War in Defense of Christmas: Day Five

The War might last well into the Spring at this rate.   The house is a disaster as I cannot concentrate on one thing. I open boxes and containers hoping that a glittery bauble will give direction.  There are three trees in place, but lack appropriate fluffing and lighting.  I flit from room to room with cocktail and cigarette in hand  and stare.  What the hell should I do? I always have the attention span of a cat, but this year it is horrid.  I can’t make a decision.

The Doctor Who Xmas Specials helped for a few moments, but were a distraction as I would rather watch than decorate.

Even the kitschy Jesus Tree Topper offers no solace.  Typical.

Terlene is a fixture this Xmas.  She spreads joy, amongst other things.  She looks mighty fine with Jesus.  Perhaps she can teach him a lesson or two.

I should continue the WAR, but I’m gonna attempt fried rice.  I can never get it right.  I try and try, but can never master fried rice.  Let me freshen my highball, fry some rice, and flit from room to room.  Eureka moments are rare.

Update:  Fried rice was another disaster.  The War comes to an abrupt end because of cannibalism.

Excuses, excuses.  I cannot use decanters as an excuse for my apathy.  It exists without influence.  I do empathize with Terlene.  She needs a new diorama.  If only there were PIGNAUTS! The world needs more PIGNAUTS.

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