The Xmas Factor

The Xmas factor

Christmas, Xmas… Whatever! Does it mean anything anymore apart from spending huge amounts of money to please people who you might only want to see once a year or maybe not even at all? Shiny lights, Xmas music, Xmas trees, everybody happy… or maybe not! Stress! Stressing about what presents to get, how much money to spend, what to cook, who to invite… Aaaaaarg! Yes, Xmas, happy times!

If you think about it, really, it’s a bit of a carry on, a grotesque kind of show, even…Who’s the tackiest of them all! In a way, it makes me think of the first stages of an X-factor contest, a competition to show off…

Possible entries to the Xmas factor:

- Getting stuffed with food and drink to the point of vomiting on Christmas Day, and actually vomit.
- Working as Santa in a Shopping Mall and having a fag and a pint on you break in front of the children.
- Dress as Santa in your work Christmas Party and end up sleeping unconscious on the street with a Kebab in your hand.
- Dance around the Christmas tree singing “(I want to give you) one 4 Xmas” by Hot Panz.
- Trying to snog the security guards on New Year’s Eve.
- Telling your boss, he or she can get stuffed like a turkey on Christmas day after having a few too many Glühweins.
- Explaining in detail your latest sexual encounter to anybody who would care to listen at your family Christmas meal.
- And so on… and so forth…

So, who's the winner?

Have a Happy Christmas! :)