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A CHRISTMAS IN THE LIFE OF DEANO
OBVIOUSLY BY DEANO
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December 24th, the data circled on our calendar. It could only mean one
thing. Another christmas, a time of festive cheer for some but a time of
horror for myself. Why you may ask....Well each christmas the wife invites
her mother over. I glanced back at the calendar, I don't know how old it is
but the dates are in latin. Seeing the circled date of fear I shivered as I
recalled the last christmas we had...
It was a cold Friday night, and the final buzzer hummed with a corse melody,
it was the end of the final working day and everyone was finished for
christmas. After grabbing a free bottle of wine we all headed down to the
local pub for a christmas drink together. I looked at the free wine and was
instantly reminded of the time the doctor asked me to give a sample of
urine. He pointed to a bottle on the top shelf and asked me to fill it. I
declined because I didn't think I could shoot that high. That doctor was
strange. I told him the two holes in my neck were a love bite from the wife
and he ran off screaming.
My thoughts were interrupted by the barmaid, a sweet young thing with cast
gold earings....Perched in her nasel passage. I could tell she was a nice
girl as her tattoos were spelt right. She gave me a pint of a frothy mixture
which bubbled and smoked. I admit the last time I saw someone drink such
a pint like that he changed his name to Dr Hyde. The night wore on, a ring
of chain smoking pot bellied men stood round a smoke infested pool table
while a group of middle aged women sat round a table trying to pass for
eighteen. They had that many winkles they could lodge their fags in them.
Eleven, o, clock came and a bellow of large orders came from the bar. Some
people grabbed their coats and headed for the door whilst others danced and
cheered to the juke box, spilling their pints all over the place. It was
like the worlds largest indoor shower. It was time to go, end of the happy
chants and the drunks were carted out. Some men stood in dispair, time went
too quickly for them, now it was time for home. Some men had wifes to go
home to......and others were lucky. I hailed a taxi home.
I entered the house, I could tell the wife had been cooking because the
smoke was still clearing and the fire brigade passed me by the door. I
walked in, inspecting the worse. There stood the wife in her nylon dressing
gown, arms folded like two sides of gammon, and a glare like a frustrated
moose with piles. She opened her mouth and a spaceship flew out.
"You've been bleedin' drinking again haven't yer" she bellowed with a voice
like a foghorn. I couldn't deny it, the stench of freshly brewed bitter
wafted around the kitchen.....Which is strange as I usually drink lager. I
must admit I do drink rather a lot...It's cheaper than sending the wife to a
beauty parlor. I had my dinner an hour later, it took that long to scrape it
off the ceiling. The wife got more moody because she wanted to pick the
bones out of her teeth and we could'nt find the rake.
We sat in front of the telly with a mince pie and a tot of sherry. The wife
was sat on the couch with her right leg wrapped around her neck, trying to
cut her toenails with the electric saw. Suddenly she had told me the news of
dread....Her mother had arrived and was in the treehouse listening to a tape
of Hitler speeches. She was in a mood because she'd been to clean her
teeth....And they had got jammed in the car wash. I did'nt get chance to
relax that christmas eve because I had to go out every half hour and throw
the wifes mother a leg of lamb and a banana.
Midnight came and it was time for bed, a busy day lay ahead for us and we
needed our sleep. The wife jumped up and down all excited as she hung her
stocking up. I'm not saying she's a bit on the big side but last year Santa
managed to get a Rolls Royce in it. Actually I did'nt think Santa would come
to our house that night, last year the wifes mother battered him with a
kipper because she thought he was a burgler. I got into bed ready for a
decent nights slumber. The wife came from the bathroom wearing a silk see
through nightie, looking like a lump of digested trife in a plastic bag. I
could tell she was after something because she had that come to bed look.
She'd taken her teeth out.
Morning came and a slight breeze fluttered through the window. I rubbed my
eyes and looked through the window. The wife was downstairs and her mother
was outside doing bayonet drill. I went downstairs to join everybody in the
opening of the presents. Santa had been and the wife was joyfully acting
like a schoolgirl.....sticking chewing gum under the chairs. There was a
pile of bones in the lobby...it seemed some carol singers had called and the
mother in law had answered the door. Everyone seemed happy with their
presents, the wife got a paint roller to put her make up on, her mother got
a new rocket launcher, and I got an Amiga 1200, which must be the most
amusing joke in this story so far.
It was time to make the christmas dinner, which is one of the worst moments
of christmas as the wife is a poor cook. I knew for a fact she had been
vicious with the turkey as it jumped out of the oven waving a white flag.
Time for afternoon drinkies and the guests started to arrive. Uncle John who
was so short he had castors on his underpants, Auntie Ada who attacked every
weak willed man under the mistletoe, and George, the wifes brother who
always got completely drunk and jumped on the table singing I've got a
lovely bunch of coconuts with his trousers down. Finally there was the wifes
cousin Thomas, who tried to amuse everybody with his terrible xmas jokes.
"I say, I wanted a woman and ended up pulling a right cracker.".
"I'll carve the turkey, hey Deano, are you a leg or breast man?".
"Christmas is a time for giving, so how about giving me your car keys?".
"I got something nice in my sock this morning...makes a change from holes.".
And so he continued, an hatred volley of nasty xmas puns and most people
were glad when he fell asleep in the mother in laws guard box. Some people
wanted to approach her with greetings but she kept asking for the password.
The children fell victim to her as they were behind enemy lines.
Finally the day ended and I breathed a sign of relief. Another Christmas
over and a few survivors left. So my friends, this is one of the greatest
horrors a married man could ever endure. Still as I went to bed that night I
knew I did'nt have to get married, I could have let her father shoot me.
And so the skin creeps this christmas, will I live? Only time will tell.