We've got lists of gifts and pictures of the festivities. Complete run-downs of food eaten and the pounds gained. But you know what there hasn't been, here on the blogosphere, about Christmas?
Yes, that's what I said: Injuries. Because Christmas has it's share and I don't think we talk about them enough.
I can tell you already, if we were to compare Christmas injuries of people in my immediate sphere, the winner, on a scale of least to worst injuries, would be my dear friend Wandering Nana who actually cut off a slip of her finger. Cut it OFF. (She's fine, and on the mend, and the slip that was slipped off will happily - apparently - grow back.)
For my own self I will tell you that my injury is thus: a bad burn obtained from a glue gun. How does one obtain a bad burn from a glue gun prior to Christmas, you might be asking. Well, one receives a bad burn from a glue gun whilst using the glue gun to wrap packages for Christmas into the wee hours of the morning while simultaneously watching The Polar Express.
It was very burny and ouchy. Which turned into blistery and ouchy.
Now it's just ouchy.
But it's getting better.
Now let's have some fun and compare injuries. Whatcha got? (And if not injuries, tell us about a favorite gift given or gift received or how about just what you've been doing, since it's that kind of a Tuesday and I think we need a little bit of chatter.)
Fergus says: the new direction in casual attire for 2011 is the ascot. Now you know.