Christmas is often known as a celebration Do you celebrate it, or simply enjoy it?
	Christmas It was Christmas, well actually it wasn’t, we’d just told him it was he’ll probably be quite annoyed when he wakes up and it’s just another day in March, the 17th, if you’re picky, and the 12th if you’re not. It was his fault; the stupid kid had been acting weird since he got shot. Not in the head, he was still alive, I’m not some mental case who talks to corpses, but instead it was his elbow, I reckon it hurt quite a bit actually. There was blood everywhere, but most if it belonged to the lifeless stag lying on the large table with it’s antlers blocking the doorway to the kitchen, it stank, a lot. The stag looked a little like the moose he had hanging on his wall upstairs, he’d nailed it there himself, freak. But then I guess that’s his own tastes. Just means I don’t go up there much anymore.
				Anyway, when I say he ‘got shot’ I basically mean, well I suppose, I shot him, since I was holding the gun, aimed it and pulled the trigger, but that’s not really important, at least that’s what I explained to him before the police turned up. He agreed after a while so nothing came of it, and after the doctor saw him he was walking again within the week. Hmmm, I suppose I should get him something since he thinks it’s Christmas, in December (the real Christmas) I did get him some cereal, you know, Kellogg’s not the cheap stuff. SO something of a similar vain would do. Yeah, that’s a good idea, I’ll give him some crisps, I could even splash out and get him a multipack…