For all you English readers, that translates as "TEN DAYS! (LOTS MORE EXCLAMATION MARKS)!"
Please say you know what I'm saying it's ten days until. I think it's been creeping around your local supermarket since mid-October. Associated with cold, and yet also warmth of fires and overheating sparkly lights. Yes that's right - incase you're one of the lucky ones who has hidden under a hugely comfortable rock for the past few months, it's Christmas in ten days. Well HO-HO MERRY CHEER AND BEER TO ALL (please drink responsibly, & you under 18s are treated to Shloer & J2Os this time of year, both of which are flipping delicious and expensive so think yourselves lucky)
I'm back for the holidays now and I'd like to say that the weather is better but I think we can all agree that England is on the way to becoming a massive icicle. Not realistically (global warming etc) but it's trying its best. Like all the camels in the nativities this year who had secretly striven for the role of Joseph or Mary. (Information to the camels: your roles are much cooler and original. Work it. Mix it up with a scarf. But...they're a desert animal...what camels wear scarves? Answer: YOUR CAMEL.)
For all those resting from lives with jobs/school/busy schedules/haunting daunting assignments, we (as a global Christmas collective pronoun) invite you to chill. Chill out your burnt-out over-worked minds and bodies with a warm fire/radiator/hot-water-bottle/mug-of-something/blanket. Think about absolutely nothing, even if that's just for an hour or two. Watch abominably crappy festive television and accept that it's Christmas so nobody is going to judge you - after all, it's on so someone might as well look at it. Go ambling in the busy frantic streets (wait for it) of your village/town/city and remember that YOU, Madam/Sir, are as cool as a cucumber wearing antlers; relax in the knowledge of your state of 'chill'.
Ciao for now,
Rhiannon x
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Please say you know what I'm saying it's ten days until. I think it's been creeping around your local supermarket since mid-October. Associated with cold, and yet also warmth of fires and overheating sparkly lights. Yes that's right - incase you're one of the lucky ones who has hidden under a hugely comfortable rock for the past few months, it's Christmas in ten days. Well HO-HO MERRY CHEER AND BEER TO ALL (please drink responsibly, & you under 18s are treated to Shloer & J2Os this time of year, both of which are flipping delicious and expensive so think yourselves lucky)
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For all those resting from lives with jobs/school/busy schedules/haunting daunting assignments, we (as a global Christmas collective pronoun) invite you to chill. Chill out your burnt-out over-worked minds and bodies with a warm fire/radiator/hot-water-bottle/mug-of-something/blanket. Think about absolutely nothing, even if that's just for an hour or two. Watch abominably crappy festive television and accept that it's Christmas so nobody is going to judge you - after all, it's on so someone might as well look at it. Go ambling in the busy frantic streets (wait for it) of your village/town/city and remember that YOU, Madam/Sir, are as cool as a cucumber wearing antlers; relax in the knowledge of your state of 'chill'.
Ciao for now,
Rhiannon x
Images: via via
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