Its called Christmas, He says.

Hello World,

I love Christmas, its the best season of the year. & for the record, this isn't Raymond blogging. He'd gone shopping with his new-found muhammad friend in the dismal mall of Pakistan where all you see there are turbans and funny clothes. -yawnz-

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Y'know, the last time Raymond came over, which was the same time my house's Christmas tree was up {without any presents}, he pointed at the sad little thing and said,

"Your tree's awfully small, y'know"

Yeahyeah, something along the lines of that. Then, the blackass continued to yak and bask in the glory that HIS was a massive six-feet tree with plenty of shiny balls {christmas balls} and real lights. The lights on my christmas tree don't work -shrugs-

The horror. Insert fake gasp here. =O

Of course, but there's a reason behind our small, yet dignified tree.

You see, I live in a house big enough for my uncles and their families so as the years go by, the condition of our old tree {it was six feet tall too mind you} deteriorated too, and if you'd drawn a graph with time as the horizontal line against the population in the house as the vertical line, it'll be proven as the line, increasing.

Proven so, the presents gets more every year.. and soon, the old christmas tree HAD to go and alot of thought {yeah right} went into consideration for the next tree. Budget, size yadayada coz sixfeet tall trees and expensive and that's when the budget and size cross-roads because the larger the size of the tree, the more busted the budget gets.

You get the idea -shrugs-

So in the end, we got a cheapo small tree from some departmental store, suspciously OG, with fake candles and no balls included. It was 2 years ago.

But gradually, realization dawned on me - the reason behind a smaller tree than the rest.

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Last year and this year, respectively.

Its gets every scarier each year.. my mum labels it a mountain of presents. Its like, a reversal of roles. Presents overwhelm trees instead of tree overwhelms presents -shrugs- Oh wells, but its undeniable, presents are the best part of this holiday.

I reckon Santa must've loved us so.

Oh wells, was suppose to just update for Raymond telling you all, his fwens, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. He says he misses you all from Pakistan won't be blogging on an often basis.

But hey, whatever goes yeah? See ya folks.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
:)