My family is mass produced by unskilled labour. Last year I had 52 people on my festive gift list. 52. Not just me ole mum and dad. No. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Cousins twice removed. Illegitimate cousins. Step-sisters. Ex-step mothers. Ex-step grandmothers. Ex-step-common-law-step-sisters, for godsake. And half of the cousins have just had new babies. Friends (and Laughing Boys) don’t even get a look in. Aarrggh.
And in case you haven’t noticed, inflation was about a bagillion this year. And the interest rate went up another zillion percent.
So today I called them all. Put my Grinch hat on and told them Christmas is off*. This year we’ll just love each other. Next year we’ll get back on the over-commercialised, hamster-wheel of store-bought affection.
* deep breath *
I’ll feel better now.
Lawd, I might even start 2009 with a vaguely solid credit card. Imagine that!
*Surprisingly, many of them were delighted! Who knew we were all trapped in the horror that is XtremeXmas…