Hi, Xicano. As a fellow hater of the festive season, I tried to have some fun by giving my 8-and-a-half -year-old great-niece nothing but a card (I told her I couldn’t afford an envelope) upon which I’d typed:
While you hold this in your hand
I hope you understand
That times are hard
So all I got you was this card
She didn’t look too happy but obeyed her mother when told: Now go and kiss your great uncle.
Later, I gave her her real present, saying I didn’t know what to get her, so it was money. She said; “Is it £200?”
Blimey! I said. “No. It’s £40.” (And that’s already too much.) She actually has more money than me, just doesn’t know it.
Christmas is a crock. One of the most successful capitalist cons of all time.
Hi, Xicano. As a fellow hater of the festive season, I tried to have some fun by giving my 8-and-a-half -year-old great-niece nothing but a card (I told her I couldn’t afford an envelope) upon which I’d typed:
While you hold this in your hand
I hope you understand
That times are hard
So all I got you was this card
She didn’t look too happy but obeyed her mother when told: Now go and kiss your great uncle.
Later, I gave her her real present, saying I didn’t know what to get her, so it was money. She said; “Is it £200?”
Blimey! I said. “No. It’s £40.” (And that’s already too much.) She actually has more money than me, just doesn’t know it.
Christmas is a crock. One of the most successful capitalist cons of all time.
Ivan, Nice poem!