Consumerist Christmas Claptrap.

I fucking love Christmas. I always have. I fight tooth and nail to maintain it in my parents home (LET ME HAVE IT!) - after they decided a few years ago that they didn't want to have a tree anymore, I went out to the woods with Lou Lou and chopped one down*. I love buying presents, and decorating, and baking obscene amounts of treats. I love boozy spiced apple cider.

Christmas is the shit.

Now, it is still a little early for the real spirit of the season**. I'm not decorating until post-December 1st, I promise.*** But I am starting a tentative Chrimbo list:

MARG'S X-MAS WISHLIST 2010:

-Jumbo Package of Quality Toilet Paper (I always run out of toilet paper, and have to buy over-priced two-packs of the really awful sandpapery 1-ply stuff from Victory)
-A bag of Potatoes.
-My cat back (he'll fit in the new place now!)
-A bag of kitty litter and large cat-box.
-A new make-up bag (the one I have is too small, plus I spilled bronzer in part it, plus it flakes off black stuff and I don't understand why)
-A sweater.
-Candy. 


So yeah, what is the most important thing I want for Christmas?

 This guy!

*It turned out to be a skunk spruce, so I wasn't allowed to keep it inside.
**But I do work retail, so you know, the season starts in September. 
***Because I don't move into my new place until then.