Yesterday, I told someone that the candy-making, cookie-making, friendly, lighthearted romp through ChristmasLand I orchestrated on Wednesday had exhausted all of my Christmosity points. I didn’t feel like doing anything else this holiday season; I was spent.
Then Rose hosted a Christmas party (which will be documented later on CookMonkeys) on Thursday evening. After the dinner and the Invader Zim Christmas special, they decided to watch a video and I had an idea.
Like how the grinch’s heart “[grows] three sizes that day” my Christmosity reserves kicked in and I—with Matt’s assistance—kludged together a Santa suit from red cloth napkins, a handkerchief, elastic band, and a dorm bed mattress pad. He helped me sneak out the back of the apartment and I circled around to the front where I entered for all to see. I handed out some of the gifts dressed as the jolly fat man, and both Rose and Jamil sat on my lap.
It didn’t look like anybody else was going to do it, so who better than me?
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