This Christmas Eve, while all those once-per-year churchgoers are celebrating their incense overdosed Midnight Mass, I shall be enduring a very traditional Stephenesque family Midnight Mess.
As the clock chimes twelve, we shall suddenly wake up and realize with mounting horror that we have forgotten to start defrosting our Christmas goose. Then the dog will get excited and decide that he needs to squirt out a festive turd or two in the garden. Naturally, all the commotion will rouse the kids: "Has Santa has been yet?"
"No. And neither has this damn dog yet. So go back to sleep."
Merry Christmas. May it not be a messy one.
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We went to a country church midnight mess and had to wade through deep mud to get there - it had much the same effect on the feet as the pooch, I would imagine. Happy Christmas to you. Thanks for all the laughs.
Posted by: Anna | December 25, 2007 at 05:24
I'm glad you enjoy my wordy mince pies.
Posted by: stephenesque | December 27, 2007 at 14:01