Yeah, we call it 'Chritmas'

 

A plan for a fun family Chritmas.

 

Step 1 - come up with a plan. Mexican? Done.

 



 

 Step 2 - Make a big ass piñata, with many debates on geometry, physics and lolly choices.

 

 

Step 3 - Cover the piñata in a bunch of shiny stuff. Oh, and bake a truckload of delicious Mexican food like chimichangas, taco salads, chilli salads and cheesy corn bakes, and make a vat of pineapple infused tequila for daquiris.

 



 

Step 4 - Gather the fam (kids first, of course) and smack the everloving crap outta that bad boy. Hit him with a big stick, and don't stop until he gives up the goods!

 

 

Step 5 - Pool. Lazing. Veuve Clicquot. C.W. Stoneking. Aah.

 

 



 

Step 6 - Catch a Summer cold. Don't actually do this part, it's NOT recommended at all. The sniffling, and the coughing, not so good. But we were joking about this song today, so here it is.

 

Merry belated Chritmas to you and yours. Can you believe it's almost 2013?

 

Happy non-denominational day of gift-giving and eating, y'all!

Artwork by Prynn



You've guessed by now I have not a breath of religion in my body. I also have no need to debate it, throw food scraps on door-to-door bible bashers or make a pilgrimage to Nietzsche's grave.

I'm just not a subscriber. 

But I do love a public holiday, and a chance to get all the family together.

I've made some tasty chocolates, most of which have been devoured by a husband with absolutely no remorse.

The muffin-mould worked a treat for the cranberry, almond and crunchie choc trees.

But the peppermint icing trees were a sad, floppy and totally irresistable failure.

We also discovered Krampus! The Alpine region anti-Santa, who made naughty children rue their wickedness with taste-testers of hell! Brrr, he's a looker alright. The Krampus Christmas cards of the past are a far cry from the snow-flakes and rosy-cheeked Santas of now.
I'd love to know if terrorising children in this manner actually made them behave?