Monday, December 10, 2012

Christmas Spirit

Michael: “Luna for the last time, I’m not buying any more Christmas lights! What the hell happened to them all?”

“I decorated in my room.”

“I was just in your room, I saw no lights.”

“They’re all in the closet, actually.”

“In the what? Luna, we have a million lights. There’s no way you used them all.”


“Fuck. I’ve got to see this.”

“Oh it’s beautiful sir, you’ll like it. It’s like swimming among the stars!”

“How the hell did you hang them all, dare I ask?”

“With nails, which reminds me I’m pretty sure you’re out of nails.”

“Great. And where the hell was my staff, while you were hammering away at the walls?”

“Not sure, I nailed my bedroom door shut for a little while. Anywho, are you ready to see this? Tada!”

“…Oh dear god.”

“I know, it’s pretty cool, right?”

“Luna, I’m in shock.”

“Oh that’s nothing. Check this out, I can make them blink!”

“Holy fuck Luna, turn that shit off!”

“Aw come on, it’s Christmas!”

“Jesus Christ!”

“That’s the spirit! Look, I can make them blink even faster…”

“Turn them off now!”

“Okay fine, there.”

“That’s better but the answer is still no. I’m not buying anymore lights.”

“What am I going to do about the tree?”

“Use your imagination.”


“On second thought, don’t do that. I’ll bring home more lights tomorrow.”

“Yay, thank-you sir!”



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