A Fat-bottomed Father Christmas Ruminates
Saturday, 21 December 2024
Apart from the fact that each year my belly and my bottom grow ever larger, do you know What really sucks about this job? What sucks is that everyone reckons they’ll awake to presents – lots of presents – whether they are deserved or not. But why? When so many peeps are mean. Thoughtless. Self-centred. Materialistic. Planet-burning. Lazy. Only thinking of the now. Especially the grownups.
He doesn’t deserve anything this year, after the despicable way he has behaved.
I’ve decided to pick out some words for him and write them in a book, just for him. Words like philanderer, arrogant, self-important, devious, cowardly.
I’ll write, “You know, in the natural world, it is the stupid, small-brained species that are promiscuous. The intelligent beasts, they’re monogamous; they stay with their mates for life. Not like you."
I’ve been watching, you see. Peering down his chimney. Keeping an eye.
So I know he must be a small-brainer. Because creatures with an intellect know that relationships take some give and take, take kindness and consideration, even a bit of sacrifice now and then.
But he doesn’t have any of that. He's a bird-brain.
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