I Am Doing Well To Quit Masterbation
lurking. Distraction 2.0
holidays are approaching, my Facebook's Restaurant and began to fill with Christmas elves, the windows of shops and are full of toys and cable channels are trademarks of babies or plastic cars every 5min. In other words, try to watch a movie Disney Channel / ETC tv / or another, without being boring or Max Steel Cacu ChiquitÃn!.
Then, when unusual personality Grinch brings out their best weapons, accentuated in recent years. Could you please tell me: "Meanwhile business is lost emotion, warmth, beauty of simplicity."
That turns out to be a logical explanation, the critical issue that all concerned at this time: "The meaning of Christmas has been lost", "kids just want gifts," "all borrow", "there's more stress myocardial ", etc, etc.
The truth is my truth is another. Christmas turns out to be a day when someone misses the family he left this world in a Christmas Eve and that despite the years that have passed, I still remember. This adds to the strange (and largely irrelevant) characteristic of my mother to fall asleep before 00:00, which makes the wait very pleasant Christmas. The Christmas monkeys exasperate me because they are all so gringos! In (without wanting to insult the Americans) but they are as removed from a commercial for Coca-cola, and not understand how snow monkeys can decorate my house ... because ... Look nortino (I mean Arica / Iquique ... further north and coming to USA) a message for you: Here NO we have snow!
In both sputter against Christmas things I have to save something: my Christmas tree. Because it is not characteristic, because not only colorful hanging ornaments, but there is a seal (if a seal bear), a picture of my sister in the garden, wooden angels, a few blocks away mad, I sometimes find hidden chocolates for my mom Glitter and a star that is older than me (not so many that if ...). Our family Christmas tree is like a collage rather irrational things that is to funny. So funny eat our irrational discussions at the eleventh hour, rendering classical theater of absurdity and charm of an hour. We could say that is our family representation. Nice.
Waiting for this celebration that turns into Grinch me (even after writing about the Christmas tree, do not think it as well) will be less uncomfortable if I try to cook something ad-oc-present: Christmas Crackers Mode On.
(Too bad they only have molds: snowmen!)
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