Is it Christmas really? I hadn’t noticed… I remember it being less “blah”. I remember it smelling of cookies and fir. I remember an old fat guy checking up a long list of names. I never made it into the naughty list no matter how much I tried. There was warmth coming from the fireplace and not an air-conditioning system. I miss it.

Why do I sound so old Santa?

Related posts:
Colin’s (long) story of Christmas and the vicious circle
on the train back from training (part 1; brain blackouts)
new masthead :: was Cinderella on LSD that night?
working 9 to 5… more like 8am to midnight
Christmas is here already?

Written by Colin Brooks on 25.12.05 at 6:15 pm.