Ah christmas
. A time to be in the bosom of family - not my family, another family.......with ample bosom. Well that's what I asked from Santa. I'm not sure if he thought me naughty or nice but he did have a far away look. Maybe he was deep in thought or perhaps pain from having a 100kg man sitting on his knee. I like to think we shared a moment with our matching grey beards and beery breaths.
Yes, I picture a cosy alpine cabin, the smell of fresh pine needles, yuletide log crackling in the hearth, Bing on the gramophone, being served mulled wine by the buxom Heidi and Hildegard while pulling my cracker.........hey ! It's my fantasy !
. A time to be in the bosom of family - not my family, another family.......with ample bosom. Well that's what I asked from Santa. I'm not sure if he thought me naughty or nice but he did have a far away look. Maybe he was deep in thought or perhaps pain from having a 100kg man sitting on his knee. I like to think we shared a moment with our matching grey beards and beery breaths.The reality is, me and Mrs Heist will be sitting in our underwear (maybe each others underwear) in front of the pedestal fan in 36 degree heat having over eaten and drunk far too much, nodding off in front of 'The Great Escape' or some such TV delight. Not a christmas bauble in sight. Certainly no nativity scene and, most importantly, not another relative this side of the equator. BLISS
Have a cool yule
