I hope all the lines at the malls, the constant droll of carols, the work parties (and awkward drunken situations that come with it), the cheesy cardigan gifts, the tasteless fruit cake, the awkward Santa jokes, the abundance of foods, the dry catered turkey, the “you shouldn’t have!” gift acting, the put on smiles with jerk like people, the tone deaf carollers, the charity heart string tuggers, the odd dinner conversations with family, the painful Disney Christmas specials, the tasteless stocking stuffing sexual references, the egg nog dizzy spells, the uncle with too much festive cheer in the form of a 3/4 down of Chivas Regal, the forced kissing of unwashed freaks standing underneath mistletoe, the disgruntled grinch friends, the reindeer ears, the rudolph reindeer stories, the Santa search, the boring metaphor of the Christmas tale, the celebrity video messages, the thin dudes wearing a Santa suit with a perfectly positioned punchable pillow in the gut, the vision blinding houses with too many lights, the almost calling for an ambulance fall whilst placing the star/angel on the top of the tree and the tinsel sprinkles all over your clothing have truly made you full of the festive and merry cheer.
So from the very bottom of my heart, I hope that your festivus/hannukah/kwanza/winter solstice/christmas is full of happiness, love and cheer (spent with those you love and care about). I hope you get those gifts that can only be summarised as brilliance in ribbon and wrap, and that you stay safe and awesome to explosively enjoy 2011 in style!
Thankyou for making 2010 a great year by reading and enjoying Girls bike. I owe you one, and I promise I’ll try to find you that pony you always wanted (and maybe, just maybe, continue with the stories and strange situations that litter my life in this blog!).
And finally… I’m really sorry for that Girls/Boys bike your parents bought you, they really didn’t mean it, there was a mistake in the shipping.
Lots of love and hugs