Do you celebrate it, or simply enjoy it?
It was Christmas, well actually it wasn�t, we�d just told him it was he�ll probably be quite annoyed when he wakes up and it�s just another day in March, the 17th, if you�re picky, and the 12th if you�re not.
It was his fault; the stupid kid had been acting weird since he got shot. Not in the head, he was still alive, I�m not some mental case who talks to corpses, but instead it was his elbow, I reckon it hurt quite a bit actually. There was blood everywhere, but most if it belonged to the lifeless stag lying on the large table with it�s antlers blocking the doorway to the kitchen, it stank, a lot.
The stag looked a little like the moose he had hanging on his wall upstairs, he�d nailed it there himself, freak. But then I guess that�s his own tastes. Just means I don�t go up there much anymore.
Hmmm, I suppose I should get him something since he thinks it�s Christmas, in December (the real Christmas) I did get him some cereal, you know, Kellogg�s not the cheap stuff. SO something of a similar vain would do.
Yeah, that�s a good idea, I�ll give him some crisps, I could even splash out and get him a multipack�