It is the annual time of Little Christmases.
The time when every company, every society, every .. well, you got the point, organizes a party where the employees etc. get massively drunk.
I had mine already, which included fine red wine and brilliant M.A.Numminen & Pedro.
Few days ago I got an e-mail listing some other kind of habits to celebrate. Or if you are not sure if you have had one, you can check here, which kind of Little Christmas it was:
Lord of the Rings - Little Christmas
You remember being separated from your friends,
meeting some elves,
talking to the trees,
walking hellishly long distances
and you apparently lost your ring too.
Cinderella - Little Christmas
You arrive at home without your shoe and smell vaguely pumpkin like.
Sleeping Beauty - Little Christmas
You fell asleep and might wake up when somebody, definitely not a prince, kisses you.
Ariel - Little Christmas
In the morning you notice your legs are somehow glued together and you smell like a herring.
Snow White - Little Christmas
You wake up with seven men.
Red Riding Hood - Little Christmas
You share a bed with your granny. More points if it's someone else's granny.
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