Bloggers’ Secret Santa – Why I Admire Lauren from Laurensbackpackandblog

Dear Lauren,

A few days after I knew I got you for Secret Santa, I sat down and read every single one of your posts, start to finish, and I smiled the whole way through. It might seem strange to open with this but I love your writing style, how refreshing it is and how much your posts have taught me. I know that at the moment, you’re most likely still in Bosnia celebrating Christmas so I wanted to give you a present of words. I hope that this can show you how much I’ve valued you giving your thoughts to the world and how, I think, everyone should learn from what you’ve learned.

The first thing I learned about you was that you travelled the world and when I knew that, I couldn’t wait to read what experiences you’ve had. It must be amazing to have seen so many different cultures, from European to Asian to even our one in the United Kingdom. Meeting new people is a central part of that – I remember you said it made you happy – and I bet you have a wealth of stories to tell from lives you’ve come across. From this, you have an open mind and you’ve seen snippets of sights that a lot of people will never see in their lifetime; I’m proud of you for taking something from each moment and for living, laughing and being so cheerful throughout. To me, your life seems like an amazing journey and I think it’s so important that everyone should open their minds to new ways of living so that they can see how people live in different countries that aren’t their own. You could teach me a lot and I’d love to sit down with you and talk for hours about everything you’ve seen.

One of my favourite posts of yours was about your trip to Bulgaria and about the good and bad experiences there. I’ve never been to that country but like you said, it’s a shame it’s often overlooked because it sounds beautiful. Even for your negative experiences, I can tell that it changed you as a person in a wonderful way. I also loved reading about St. Nicholas’ Day in Bosnia and also your journal entries because they showed me a day-to-day life that is so different to mine. I loved it; I thrive off learning about new people and it’s been so fascinating to read about Montenegro, your upcoming trip to Spain and also the fact that Japan inspired you to travel.

You’ve taught me so much and in this short time, I feel like I know you, as weird as that sounds. I had no idea what Workaways were before I read your post and they’re so interesting. You’ve shown me that there’s far more to life than just school, that the world holds so many undiscovered secrets and that the people who uncover them should treasure them. You, and by extension your family, have shown me that community, love and respect go a long way, that even when times get tough, there’s always a new destination. That might sound really cheesy but I’m honestly so grateful to you for broadening my mind and letting me see the worlds you live in, if only in posts and your words.

Another one of my favourite things about your blog is how you talk about your family. I’m guessing you have to be quite a close-knit group and it’s beautiful to see that in writing. The fact that you go travelling together, that you try and stick with each other and that you all have such vibrant personalities fills me with happiness. I’m going to be checking out your sisters blogs too – give my lov: to all your family, won’t you? I think that you’re all incredible people and I admire you so much.

I want to talk to you a little about confidence. When I read your writing, it shocked me that you were 13: you worry that your writing isn’t mature enough but I think it’s perfect. You have such a chatty, bubbly personality: don’t let expectations of others get rid of that. Let yourself shine through, rather than something that others want you to be. You’re already so true to yourself and you have nothing to worry about in terms of your writing style. The messages you convey, like positivity and open-mindedness, are far more important than how you write them – and yes, I did just say that!

Always continue doing what you’re doing. I can’t wait to read more of your work and now, I can finally binge-comment on your posts without you guessing I’m your Secret Santa! I hope you have a beautiful day and that the rest of Bosnia goes well!

Love from Elm xx

A Little Christmas Tag!

IT IS TWO WEEKS UNTIL CHRISTMAS ARE YOU EXCITED?? Because I am and I’ve catapulted myself out of my “Scrooge Phase” and have finally become all Christmasy. For my first Christmas post of the year, I’m going to be doing a Christmas tag!

I was nominated by the wonderful Chloe Lauren and you can read her post here. She’s one of the most positive bloggers ever and you should totally look at her blog because CHRISTMAS!

This fab tag was created by Girl Enters and I love the idea of it. Christmas tags are so fun because you get to scream about how much you LOVE CHRISTMAS.

The Questions

Do you like Christmas?

I like it a lot more now than I did before; I used to not get hyped at all. I love it because of the presents and decorations and how it brings all my family together. I don’t get as hyped for it as some people do but when people around me are getting festive, it’s almost contagious.

What do you enjoy most about Christmas?

I really love going to Christmas markets and also spending time with my family. When we go to my Grandma’s, we often all get really involved in bringing in the presents and the ridiculous excitement on Christmas morning with stockings is something I still do. I’m not a child, okay?!! I’m just… Alright, maybe I am a tiiiny bit of a child. (I look like one so shhhh)

Do you travel at Christmas or stay at home?

On Christmas Eve – or usually the 23rd – we go to my Grandma’s for Swedish Christmas, where we open presents and have Swedish Christmas dinner. The next day, my sister and I go to our mum’s house and have a ‘second Christmas’ there. So in a way, we do both.

Do you send out Christmas cards?

I personally don’t because I can’t write them. When I do send them out, it’s usually to friends who can read Braille or if I’m feeling especially festive, I’ll ask someone to write it for me. I’m SORRY! Writing print isn’t, erm, exactly my forte.

Do you go to any Christmas parties?

Hahahahaha NOOO. I don’t get invited because I’m an antisocial moth Γ—100 but I’d like to go to one with family or maybe friends. The closest I get is a New Year’s party which acts as a kind of substitute birthday party.

Do you decorate your house?

Not much, besides the tree. We have a Christmas ornament on the door and my stepmum and I plan to buy Christmas candles this year (we really should do that). I’d love to get some reindeer ornaments too because, as with everything, THEY ARE SO CUTE!

What tops your tree?

An angel. It’s getting quite old but I love it – we used to have two, one for me and one for my sister, but I think one of them went missing or something. We used to have a star as well but we haven’t seen that in a while… I swear, elves are stealing our decorations.

When do you put up your Christmas tree?

Usually it’s around 5 December – this time, we put it up two days before that because we’re all going to be quite busy this week. (One day, I’ll go on a rant about how much I love Christmas trees which hopefully won’t turn me into an actual Elm).

How long do you leave up your decorations for?

We usually have them up until 5 January or the 6th because we like to keep the festive spirit going. This time, we might have to take the tree down a bit earlier because guests are coming round so I’ll just sob over fallen pine needles and mourn the loss of my kindred spirit… Right, I need sleep.

Which do you prefer, giving or receiving presents?

Hmm… I’d say giving because I love seeing people’s responses but also receiving because I’m paranoid people will hate the presents I got them and buying for my family is a nightmare. I don’t like getting too many presents because I hate my family spending too much money on me but I suppose they have the same thought process as me, in that getting someone something they love is amazing.

When and how did you learn about Santa Claus?

What?!! Santa isn’t real?
I learnt about that – my heart’s still breaking – when I was about 7. There were these hairbands in my stocking – the only ones I’d received – and I was eavesdropping at the door of the kitchen and heard my aunt say, “Those were some lovely hairbands you got Elm!” In my little brain I started going “Hmm… Have these bitches been lying to me?” and that, children, was how I realised Santa wasn’t real. As a side note, I had to keep on pretending to my cousin that Santa existed and every time, I probably had a weird little smile on my face.

What’s your favourite thing to eat during the Christmas holidays?

I know Christmas cake and pudding is great (actually it’s gross and I don’t like it) but I either love Advent callendar chocolate, chocolate orange or those decorations you get on the Christmas tree. A few years ago, I may or may not have eaten them all. Do you notice a pattern? I 100% certainly absolutely don’t.

Nominees

And I nominate…

Ruby Rae Reads

Indy

Sumedha

Kate

Jasmine

Lu

Bethany

I really hope you like this and that you’re having a fabulous December! Even if it’s freezing here in Britain, I’m still enjoying myself.

What kinds of decorations do you have up at Christmas?

From Elm πŸ™‚

How I Survived Christmas

You know what the most stressful thing is? Juggling family politics without telling various members of the family, having breakdowns on my sister and pretending to be extremely drunk so that mum didn’t find out, becoming ‘tipsy’ and telling everyone in my contacts list that it was a placebo effect, and figuring out which presents I should take to which house based on which ones I like best.

For some reason, Christmas has always been an… Eventful time of year for all the family. On Christmas Eve, I went to my Grandma’s house and yesterday, I was at mum’s, and so I got two Christmas dinners – Swedish and English – and two sets of presents.

At Grandma’s, I was my usual anti-social moth: I was reading, shouting about memes with my cousin or bitching about some of my family members with my aunt and Grandma. I’d feel bad, but when I was speaking to my aunt, I told her about loads of my thought processes and came out to her as bi without freaking out. My aunt’s never been the most accepting sort – not like my dad – but she’s not bad at all, and I only got unbelievably pissed off with her once.

We stayed over on the 23rd and 24th, and I stayed inside on the latter day whilst my sister and dad went into town. There was my customary reading time, plus speaking with my Grandma and hugging her dog, Daphne, on several occasions. Once all of the family – and by that I mean sister, dad, aunt, cousin, grandma and dog – were in a vague state of togetherness, we had dinner.

When I was younger, I never really had much enthusiasm when eating Swedish food; it was like a chore and I complained so much that it irritated everyone. In the last three years, I’ve been much happier to try everything than I was previously. We had sill – which is sweet pickled herring; janssons – anchovies and potatoes which is the most glorious thing ever; meatballs, regular potatoes, ham and vegetables. It’s basically a part of my childhood, even if I didn’t eat it much when I was small because I was a little shit.

We’ve always opened our presents on Christmas Eve – at least at Grandma’s – because it’s what you do in Sweden. If it suddenly changed I wouldn’t be able to deal with it, but luckily, we sat down to open our presents and I would have fought with my cousin over who handed out the presents, but he was being an arse and couldn’t be bothered, and so it was me and my dad who did it.

In short, I was happy with what I got. That included two bottles of perfume +a few samples, two jumpers, a nice top, a skirt, a new hairbrush and toothbrush (my family appear to have caught onto the fact that I’m becoming more health-paranoid/conscious) and various other little items. I said on my Twitter that my dad got 6 bars of chocolate and my aunt got a Fitbit, which made me sob with laughter and my family didn’t understand why; my Grandma was obsessing over a cookery book she got and my cousin took my dad’s mini skateboard that my sister had bought for him. Nothing much happened after that, except me staying up too late and crying slightly because of my dismal excuse for emotions but that’s beside the point.

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, yesterday was more eventful. We were dropped at mum’s – going halfway and being picked up by her – and I knew the instant we were out of dad’s car that my behaviour was going to be shit. I hate how I act around my mum sometimes because I can be horrible, which doesn’t help my mood.

We had English Christmas dinner, which was delicious. Before that, I had gone up to my room and read, answered texts and replied to emails, so I didn’t feel as stressed. I walked downstairs, surrounded by the scents of cooking, and tried to tell myself that I’d be fine and that I could act happy, because I was happy, right?

With the addition of one of mum’s friends, dinner wasn’t awkward. I didn’t complain or get annoyed, but I did have a bit of alcohol because it was Christmas. After dinner, like with Grandma’s, we opened our presents.

This is when things get a bit blurry, though it wasn’t because I’d drunk that much alcohol. Mum was drunk, and I hate it when she is because she tries too hard, and gets too erratic, and just never responds to what I say how I’d want her to. As we opened presents, I was happy, the smile not quite translating onto my face no matter how I tried. My presents were great: I got chocolate, a rug for my room and a fluffy pillow, all of which were cute. However, I steadily became more and more inwardly sad, and now that it’s over, I’ve figured out why.

Whenever I have the barest hint of alcohol, my mum thinks that it’s the end of the world, and treats me like a child. She always has treated me like I’m younger, and I know it’s because she gets nervous because I’m blind, but it’s majorly messed up my thoughts about independence because I panic whenever I think about it. It’s not her fault, but that’s a thought for another day. Last night, I asked mum’s friend if she thought that alcohol tolerance was affected by size of the person – she said yes – and I told her straight out that I didn’t want to feel stupid for having such a quick reaction to it. I don’t remember it all, mainly because afterwards I chose to block it out, but I do remember my mum saying loudly that my face was becoming red – something that’s common in our family which my sister has too – and telling me I should have water, and making tutting noises which made me feel so upset that I engaged her friend in conversation. She treated me like I was my age, not laughing or acting like I was pretending to be all grown up.

Then, I cried on my sister. She’d gone to the kitchen and I followed, my head starting to ring as I drank water. I was trembling so hard then that I had to sit down, and she was there – helping me, talking to me.

I can safely say that last night was the first time in about 2 years that I completely – and I mean completely broke down about having very little sight. It doesn’t bother me usually, but everything had been building up: my mental state, my mother, my negative thoughts about myself. My sister let me cry as I gripped onto her hands, telling her how not being able to have something was so difficult sometimes especially when you’ve never had the ability to know what it’s like. She held me and listened as I told her how I felt, barely able to speak at one point as I had an existential crisis. Usually, we don’t talk about that kind of thing but when we do, she listens to me.

After that whole thing happened, I was in no mood to socialise or to pretend. I spent a little more time with my family and then went upstairs, spoke to a few friends and managed to pour water all over myself. Deciding to tell that fact to L was probably a mistake because he laughed at me, and I think I sent a few nonsensical texts to people: firstly because I had a little bit of alcohol, but secondly because I wanted to cheer myself up by laughing. It worked, thank god.

All in all, I may not have felt altogether happy this Christmas, but it gave me a break which I needed. Now, I can start pulling myself together, though I had moments over the last two days where everything got too much and I remembered I was single, etc etc, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s been 2 months. Things like that aren’t always logical, though, and I’m becoming more okay.

How has your Christmas been, if you celebrate it?

From Elm πŸ™‚

Why Erin is Brilliant – Bloggers’ Secret Santa

Dear Erin,
I find it absolutely amazing how a simple project – a Secret Santa from Teenella – let me discover your blog. Otherwise, I’m scaredt I wouldn’t have found you, that I wouldn’t have spent a lovely afternoon looking through so many of your posts and reading your words. How scary is that – just to think that if I hadn’t got involved, or you hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be writing this to you.

I don’t want to make this your average letter, because I think you deserve so much more than average. It might sound weird for me to say this but through your words, I feel like I know you a little – just a bit of what makes you work, and how you think, and I’ve found something strange.

I realised that I relate to so much of what you say, and that you also inspire me. Before you raise your eyebrows and say, “Hah, she’s talking rubbish!” I’ll explain, because I mean this from the bottom of my heart.

I know what it’s like to be seen as “intelligent” and have tons of expectations heaped on you, both from yourself and from other people. You’re in year 11 now, and I’m guessing you’re preparing for mocks or you’ve already done them. Keep at it – keep going – because your writing shows me you are going to do amazingly. You can tell a lot of things about a person by the way that they show themselves to strangers on the internet, and I see in you something I should have seen in myself. That is that even when you get knocked down, even when you don’t believe in yourself, you prove to yourself that you can do this. You have the motivation, the kindness and the general attitude to succeed at your subjects. At GCSE, sociology was one of my favourite subjects too; I love looking at society and picking it apart, like I can tell you do as well.

Now, why you inspire me. I read your amazing post on equal pay and never have I been so captivated by someone’s words. You are so incredibly right, and you express yourself in such a way that you make me believe you can change the world. That’s powerful, and I’ve seen that not only in that post, but in so many others. You remind me of myself, or who I could be, even in your first post: right from the beginning, you jumped into the blogging world with more enthusiasm than I’ve seen in a while.

As I write, I’ve found it easier to talk to you about you, because I know people will read it. I want them to see how inspirational I think you are, and how I could spend another day just going through your posts and reading. Like you, I love books and want to be a journalist, and so when I was reading I was thinking, “That’s me! And this, and this – I could read her words forever.” I can’t see the design of your blog, but I think the way you post gives me an idea; your tagline is amazing, same as your blog title. It’s short, to the point, and grabbed my attention the first time I read it.

If I hadn’t looked, I wouldn’t have noticed it, but your blogging birthday is exactly a year after mine. Next March, I’ll remember to wish you a happy blogiversary, because already in 9 months you’ve come so far. It’s okay not to have the motivation to post all the time, to take breaks, because there’s life outside of blogging. But you’ll always have your blog, the beautiful things you write, and I honestly feel honoured that I could spend time reading it.

Keep dancing, reading, playing music, writing, and watching all the movies you can because I know that you love it, and you should always do things you love. I wanted to show you that your blog isn’t just a bunch of words; you make people happy through it, and you’ve given yourself a voice that can say incredible things. Be proud to call yourself a feminist, someone who wants equality and someone who’s not afraid to shout it out loud, because I’m proud of you.

Merry Christmas, and I hope you have an amazing day.

Love from Elm πŸ™‚

I’m NOT a Scrooge!

“So Elm, have you wrapped all your presents yet?”
“Erm, no…”
“Have you actually bought all of your Christmas presents yet?”
“Umm… Maybe?”
“What – we’re going up to Grandma’s today! Bloody hell.”
“…Eh, sorry?”

Now ordinarily, I’m a festive snowflake around Christmas time. I scream Christmas songs, wrap presents, and generally piss everyone off with my excitement. Guess what? This year I haven’t been festive at all.

I know, I know; it’s horrifying. I didn’t even help decorate the tree much (though my sister was worse); my Christmas-music-listening has been appalling and I’ve not read any Christmassy books, but I’ve been too busy reading a historical fiction series I’m obsessed with WHICH HASN’t BEEN COMPLETED ARGH!

Something needs to change. I need to get my reindeer tinsel shit together. So, I’ve compiled a short list of all the things I’m going to do.

Elm’s Strategies to Prevent Her Turning into a Scrooge
1. Have my annual fight with my cousin over who’s going to give out the presents. I will destroy that little bastard!
2. Listen to Christmas music at top volume. It has the added bonus of irritating people, so it’s a win-win situation!
3. Truly getting into the wrapping of presents spirit by enthusiastically forcing my parents to help me do the wrapping. Who cares if it’s out of character for me? They’ll just have to get used to it.
4. Read a horrifically cheesy romance Christmas novel that will make me forget I’m forever alone. I mean, it’ll put me right into the Christmas mindset! Any recommendations?
5. Get far too excited over Swedish Christmas dinner at Grandma’s, and then English Christmas dinner at my mum’s. How could you deny food? Food is brilliant. In fact, I think that I’m going to try and help with making it, and if the house burns down then it wasn’t a very sturdy house, obviously. What do you mean, I’m a shit cook?!

There you go: how I’m going to become less of a Scrooge this Christmas. Perhaps it’ll work, perhaps it won’t; we’ll just have to see.

See you on the other side! I won’t be able to post much over the next few days because Christmas, but if you have a great post you’d like me to read, then less me know!

Joyeux noelle,
From Elm πŸ™‚

Guest Post – Look Back and Say Sorry

Learn more about Day from Night Vs Day at the blog:

Night Vs Day Blog 

Hello, I am Day from a blog called Night Vs Day. Thank you Elm for allowing me to have the privilege of posting here. 

I was trying to think what might be the most interesting thing I could put together and share on here today. Could I make up some imaginary story and put together something that grabs the readers attention, could I tell the tales of something exciting? Or, I could share my feelings about something that has just happened… What that is, is a breakup. I was slowly falling for a girl, who to me, was beautiful, amazing and so unique. She was funny and smart. I loved that she could be so mature and thoughtful when she needed to be, but at the same time she could be an utter teenager and play games like Minecraft with me, and be an utter nerd. We broke up, because we had a large mis communication over something. And the way that we handled it and the things we said to each other, were too far to handle. 

What do I think about what happened? Well, I wish it was handled differently. I don’t wish it didn’t happen but I wish the result was different and I wish I said things differently. Do I think she was wrong or I was wrong? I think, both. I definitely feel I said things I shouldn’t have said. I think she also did, but I wish I reacted differently and wished we were better at fixing it. I think fights in relationships are important. You should be able to not just give up, because they prepare you for if you decide you want to spend the rest of your life with that person. 

All of these the random thoughts of a teenage writer…

– Day, from Night Vs Day.

Guest Post – A New Year, Another Chance

Hey guys,

It’s Em from LyfWithEm here. Elm kindly invited me to guest post here, so here I am!

Did you all have a lovely Christmas? I hope you did. I really enjoyed getting to spend time with my family and being in fits of laughter at the table! I’m going to miss that when school starts again. Even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you managed to relax, have fun and enjoy the holiday.

Now that Christmas is over, I feel a bit down. All the build up, the excitement, the decorations, the music, the food…it’s all over. All I have to look forward to now is another year of hard work, stress, pressure, school, life and goodness knows whatever else life decides to throw my way.

If I look at it that way, surely I’m being pessimistic. Why should I spend my life thinking negatively? Let’s turn it around. Let us be positive and optimistic, because that is what brings happiness and fun.

You have a whole new year ahead of you. 

I don’t care what you say, you (very nearly, okay) got out of 2015 alive. You made it. Sure, it may have had it’s down moments. Or it may have been filled with joy. Whichever applies to you, you get another shot at making your life count. You’ve been granted more time to change for the better, and to look at life with a new outlook – that you can be happy and have fun.

As bloggers, we all have our own reasons for starting our blogs. Over the few months I’ve been blogging, I’ve spoken to many amazing people who have gone through more than I can possibly imagine and others who are simply teenagers trying to struggle their way through school life. Either way, every one of us has problems in some form or another.

A new year gives us the opportunity to work together as a blogging community to help one another to overcome their problems. Some of you may know that I have anxiety and panic attacks, and already this blog has helped me start my recovery. I want to give the same love and support to every single one of my followers as they have given to me.

So,

Let’s embrace this new year.

Let’s support each other.

Let’s all be kind, giving and supportive.

We can do anything. 

I’m going to leave you now, but you can check me out if you wish. If not, then I get it. I’m not as interesting as Elm is.

Just remember that we all love YOU.

Love, Em x

And Even if you Don’t Celebrate It

This is just a quick post, but MERRY CHRISTMAS, or HAPPY HOLIDAYS! πŸ™‚

So, I didn’t get much sleep last night for reasons which might be revealed later, but still, I had a fantastic day yesterday before that. I hope you did too, and that you’re going to have a wonderful day today.

I’m. not Christian, but I celebrate Christmas – I guess it’s a cultural thing. I celebrate it because I just want to be with my family, and to be happy and have no real worries for two days.

If you don’t celebrate Christmas, have a wonderful day, as ALL your days should be wonderful regardless of holidays. No matter who. you are, what you believe in, just smile and let yourself be happy. You deserve it.

Here’s to the Christmases to come, when I’ll still be blogging. I hope we’ll all still be here, because you’re all great.

From Elm πŸ™‚

I Open my Presents Today HA!

Heyy,
Sorry about yesterday. Things got hectic and angry inside my head, but I’ve calmed down mostly. It really wasn’t pleasant, but I’m alright now. Still scared, but alright.

BUT ANYWAY

Merry Christmas Eve, guys! I’m going to my grandma’s soon, which is pretty amazing because we have Swedish Christmas dinner and THEN open the presents. YUP, on Christmas Eve. It’s great.

I’ll try and blog later tonight, if I have the time. It gets quite busy later in the evening, though.

I hope you have a fantastic day. I’ll DEFINITELY be blogging tomorrow, probably in the afternoon, AND I have a guest post due for tomorrow on L’s blog that I hope you’ll enjoy!

From Elm πŸ™‚

Guest Post – The Story of Chwittsmats

Okay guys, I have wanted to post this for SO LONG. As he explains in his post, my friend Anthony and I have been wanting to collab for ages on each other’s blogs. I did yesterday on his – the link’s below – and now, he’s returning the favour.

ALSO, it’s about Miranda Sings. If you don’t know her, look her up on Youtube and be prepared to want to kill her. Anthony does the BEST Miranda impression, by the way. Hehehe I’m sorry but it’s true!

* * *

Heyy guys! I’m Anthony from aVeryAwkwardBlog, and Elm and I have been exchanging blog posts for no particular reason but to annoy you πŸ˜€ just kidding, it IS for a reason. Many reasons actually:

1) I’m doing 12 Collabs of Christmas and miss QUEEN OF THE INTERNET was up first [Here’s the link. Elm insert the link. DO IT.]

OKAY I KNOW he wanted to take that bit out and insert the link but I couldn’t resist. Alright, Anthony, alright, here’s the bloody link.

2) When you get the opportunity to post in the QUEEN OF THE INTERNET’s blog, you don’t say no.

3) It gives me plenty of occasions to scream QUEEN OF THE INTERNET which annoys Elm and thus makes me happy

We have been talking about a collab for ages, and it was supposed to be Miranda Sings-themed. If you don’t know who that is, you basically suck at life. Just kidding, but go check her out ASAP.

So anyways, hirs my potst about miranda, hopp u lickit

Tudey ima tech u guys the story o chritsmast. Becuz some poepl think its about prasents. IS NOT.

So dats teh story of chistmas:

*in a snowi cave in bathlehemen*

mari-“Oohoho. My name is mery. Mery madelene. Im prengant with dis baeby. Even tho im a virgen. Cuz i DONT DO PORN.

“Ooh. I can smellit. Is time 2 giv birth.

*herigehrhhe*

“Oooh look at it, im given birth to this bootiful babey boy. Ill name him jesus. He wil be the saviors of this.. of th.. um.. *nock nokoknck* ooohh whos that?!”

three kings-“Wee three kings of Ampiantchar, beaaaring gifts we traveled so far..

“We are the tree kings. We cum tu u with golds and encenses and murs.”

mory-“Tenk u for comin three kings, but ya rite, we didn even ask for those things

*nocknock* ohh whos that?!”

drummer boy-“I’m jutst a litle durmerboy

*drums*

“Shaaall i play for him burrapapampam

“Me and myy druuuum

*drums drums*

“Me aaand myy druuuuum”

marry-“Thx for coming lil dummer boy, but how isthis a real presant, if u cant open it?! Gotcha!

*nocknockkcockn*

“Heyy whos that at the door?!”

santa-“Hohoho its me Santa Cloths. Ive come to giv u all ur chrimstas present.

“Come sit on my lap litle jesus tell me whatshu want for chreitsmas

“What dyou want for chisrtmas?

*jesuts wispers*

“Oohoho. Sily litel jesas. U cant have that! Altso i dont think u celbarate this holaday so.. thats funy of you…”

jesus-“Jooy too the wooorld for i have com

Let eerth reciive her meee

Let evry hoool

Let arhsbk…”

santa-“hohoho meeery chritsmats. Now we can discover the americans”

So there u giys go hope u likd my story of christmats.