2) Baking a Gingerbread House- I mean, seriously. Never ever.
3) Running Down the Stairs on Christmas Morning- Mostly because we don't have stairs. But still.
4) Going Caroling- Although I don't think Dad would be so holly-jolly generous about hauling my rosy cheeks out of jail when I get arrested for refusing to leave a house until I do, in fact, receive figgy pudding (does anybody make or eat that stuff anymore, anyway? Comment if you do!),
5) Receive one of Santa's Sleigh Bells- Everybody else gets to find one. Why can't I?
So, yeah. Here are my holiday grievances, all neatly arranged into list form while I was bored in English Honors (and yes, Dad, I was done my work. All five minutes of it).
And if that doesn't get you into the holiday spirit, here's something that just might...not. Only dare to check it out if you're a Star Wars: The Clone Wars fan, though, and be warned: Ahsoka is not the sweet little Snips we geeks know and love. This does not bode well for the sarcastic little alien Padawan we've all grown so attached to. Yes. Worry.
Merry Christmas!
A big thank-you for the friend that sent me this, by the way. They're a Clone Wars geek like me. And, I know, you. Yes. It's your dirty little secret. You may like wrestling, and hockey, and hunting, and eating dead things you scrape off the side of the road and track by smell alone, but you park your butt down in front of the TV every Friday night at nine (well, eight-thirty, starting in January) and watch Clone Wars. And no, not because there's nothing else on. Because you want to. And sometimes, you even cry.
Yes. You do. You eat your dead squirrel, and you cry. You clean your gun, and you cry. And you will watch this clip, and open your presents, and you will cry.
Jingle all the way, my geek brethren. There's no shame in crying. So unwrap the gift that this trailer is, and freakin' CRY already!
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