Please say you know what I'm saying it's ten days until. I think it's been creeping around your local supermarket since mid-October. Associated with cold, and yet also warmth of fires and overheating sparkly lights. Yes that's right - incase you're one of the lucky ones who has hidden under a hugely comfortable rock for the past few months, it's Christmas in ten days. Well HO-HO MERRY CHEER AND BEER TO ALL (please drink responsibly, & you under 18s are treated to Shloer & J2Os this time of year, both of which are flipping delicious and expensive so think yourselves lucky)
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For all those resting from lives with jobs/school/busy schedules/haunting daunting assignments, we (as a global Christmas collective pronoun) invite you to chill. Chill out your burnt-out over-worked minds and bodies with a warm fire/radiator/hot-water-bottle/mug-of-something/blanket. Think about absolutely nothing, even if that's just for an hour or two. Watch abominably crappy festive television and accept that it's Christmas so nobody is going to judge you - after all, it's on so someone might as well look at it. Go ambling in the busy frantic streets (wait for it) of your village/town/city and remember that YOU, Madam/Sir, are as cool as a cucumber wearing antlers; relax in the knowledge of your state of 'chill'.
Ciao for now,
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