Not much point leaving a perfectly working house to voluntarily choose to go sit in the bush where you might have to dig holes for a toilet and it will rain, guaranteedI got my wife a 4 man tent so she can go camping with the kids.
I'm getting to stay home on camping trips.
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Bravo. I see you've had this discussion before.Not much point leaving a perfectly working house to voluntarily choose to go sit in the bush where you might have to dig holes for a toilet and it will rain, guaranteed
Mrs Oddjob has much to look forward too.
Santa left me an old sprouting potato last year.Bravo. I see you've had this discussion before.
I wonder if my kids will get me anything Grinch themed this year? Last year it was socks.
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Stop it! You're giving me ideas.Santa left me an old sprouting potato last year.
Camping is an odd concept if you look at it objectivelyBravo. I see you've had this discussion before.
I wonder if my kids will get me anything Grinch themed this year? Last year it was socks.
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Fuck yes! Everyone complains about how impossible I am to buy presents for, and yet I love dorky socks, tea towels, handkerchiefs and tea spoons.Camping is an odd concept if you look at it objectively
Socks are practical. Could be underwear or handkerchiefs this year. The suspense is building as we speak.
Get thee to thy nearest garage sale on the peninsula and I'm sure a few of those wishes could be fulfilled.Fuck yes! Everyone complains about how impossible I am to buy presents for, and yet I love dorky socks, tea towels, handkerchiefs and tea spoons.
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The wife and I have been doing this the whole time we've been together.No presents this year ... the notion of a special gift for Christmas is not something we hold dear
Same. Birthdays are celebrated in our house, not the jolly fat man.The wife and I have been doing this the whole time we've been together.
Fairly straight forward concept that has me believing at 54yrs old - If Santa isn't real then he wont need to drop off those presents with your name on then will he???He is very close to realising the truth, if he hasn't already and didn't tell us.
thats not very capitalist of you now is it? how will all the business owners survive if you're not buying gifts out of a sense of guilt and splurging on enough food to feed a small 3rd world town, then washing it all down with vast quantities of booze and arguing with your racist uncles? where's your jeebuzmas spirit?!No presents this year - Daughter is away in London and Missus and I have no one else we buy for so decided to not get each other anything this year either - We buy stuff all year when we want it so the notion of a special gift for Christmas is not something we hold dear
We don't even really do birthday presents, instead we do an activity/overnight stay/dinner out.Same. Birthdays are celebrated in our house, not the jolly fat man.
Though that has changed a little while the kids think Santa is real. The eldest has been analysing the concept of Santa (Magic isn't real. How does he travel all around the world to every house? He won't fit through our flue, so he must come through the front door. Etc) He is very close to realising the truth, if he hasn't already and didn't tell us.
I wouldn't get any presents. Hang on. I didn't.Birthdays are celebrated in our house, not the jolly fat man.
When the time comesSame. Birthdays are celebrated in our house, not the jolly fat man.
Though that has changed a little while the kids think Santa is real. The eldest has been analysing the concept of Santa (Magic isn't real. How does he travel all around the world to every house? He won't fit through our flue, so he must come through the front door. Etc) He is very close to realising the truth, if he hasn't already and didn't tell us.
Now you have to be Santa, and call the ambulance when one of us old farts has a stroke or heart attack on the trails.Oh no!, my hopes and dreams are crushed
More like called the padded van.Now you have to be Santa, and call the ambulance when one of us old farts has a stroke or heart attack on the trails.