… and a very cliché title. Sexy Santa - Merry XmasThe year 2009 is drawing to a close, seemingly rather quickly this year. I think we ran out of leap seconds to try and make the year stretch out. So, “Xmas Eve” and what am I up to? To be honest, not a fat lot. I’ll be watching the usual TV specials such as Wallace and Gromit, Blackadder, The Muppets Christmas Carol and Scrooged. Each year gets less exciting and I’m worried that one day I’ll be so bored of the whole affair, I may just change religion; Jewish seems cooler anyway, more presents, learn a new language and I will be able to become a man! (Not to mention the supposed monetary benefits everyone always seems to talk about.) The most exciting things about christmas this year are the fact it is my son’s first, and I am now engaged to my fiancé (obviously else it would be a bit worrying… Who else would I be engaged to?). The son is 10 months old so doesn’t understand much of what’s going on, but instead dutifully unwraps all the presents under tree and then decides to eat the paper. It’s good to know that he already has his priorities in order. I don’t believe I ever expected how hard the whole “being a parent at christmas” thing would be. Leaving milk and cookies for Santa and Rudolph (well, more likely a bottle of beer and a big mac; thank god for McDonalds being open almost every single day ever since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth), explaining the methods Santa has at his disposal for entering houses without a real fire, explaining that they wouldn’t use those powers to rob the place. Now, I must leave… Santa won’t come if I’m still awake