Christmas has officially landed in our house. As it’s mine and the boything’s first Christmas living together we’ve had to go out and buy all the necessary tat. Our Christmas tree was donated and the rest of it we aquired from a lengthy battle in ASDA, pushing small children out of the way and grabbing as many baubles as we could fit in our underwear.
But to top it all off, we also have this splendid oddity. It is both disturbing and somehow the most Christmassey thing I have ever seen in my whole life. Ladies and gentlemen, I present unto thee, a crocodile in a top hat. It sits on our Christmas tree and watches me as I eat mince pies. I am harrowed by it’s presence, and I fucking love it. It’s even wearing shoes! Shoes!
Merry freaking Christmas everyone!