I usually go for sticking some tinsel up my pants and saying I’ve got a tail, but this year I wanted to be as shiny as the tree and what wouldn’t a father do for their daughter?
One of the few good things that come with having split parents is celebrating Christmas twice. Although as I think if it now, it’s more sad than fun actually. Like a constant reminder that you’ll never have a big, loving family to sit in front of the fireplace and sing carols with. But making myself sad wasn’t the point of writing this post, therefore I should stop here.
Typically, I took a picture of the tree before we decorated it, but forgot to take one after. I’ve got a thing for B&W Christmas photography. It tones the tackiness down a little.
Here’s my brother, showing off his (non alcoholic, of course) beer. Proud midget. 
We had a not very traditional dinner and what’s a decorated tree without a cheesy family portrait beside it?
I need to go now for my house is getting filled by relatives and people I had no idea I’m related to, but that’s ok. It’s Christmas. They’d better not touch my cake, though.
