I want an iPod, dammit.

t brightly

Guess what I got for Christmas?

Presents are goooooooood.

There's a bag under the tree that says "Here's the pony!"

So I guess I'm set.

Merry Christmas to the celebrators and a Happy Damn-Everything's-Closed to everyone else.

There's a pony in bag? COOL!

We have stuff! It's so fun.

Happy day to all.

(I just spoke to my parents. apparently my bro and SIL are buying a house with 17 acres of land! and my parents got 4 feet of snow this week.)

Pony in a bag. I'm thinking Godfather. Or maybe just Jack Skellington.

Lalalala! The Good Underwear Fairy has been! Lalalala! I have fabulous underwear! And clothes! Lots of exciting new clothes! And I like all of them! Especially the cleavagalicious wine-red blouse with the lace-up batwing sleeves! Lalalala!

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Actually, damn it, I'm NOT materialstic, generally speaking, and the biggest Xmas gift is certainly getting to hang with my family (love love love and LIKE my family beyond all power to express it), and seeing them all like the stuff I got them (to the point that my Mum tried to persuade my Nana she didn't really want the gold-embossed cream-and-toffee coloured leather pouf thingy with the Egyptian designs on it, and should leave it at my Mum's place, and my Nana becoming deeply suspicious and defensive about said pouf, and watching over it in a hawklike fashion)...but, dude, I've had about 3 new items of clothing in the past twelve months. Total. Now I'm back in Britain I'm already all "Ooooh!" about clothes I'd left here and forgotten existed, and I went shopping and bought myself a few new skirts in the sales, and now Santa has brought me more clothes! It's VERY exciting.

I want an iPod! Unfortunately, of the people who might buy me such an expensive thing, my mother's getting married, my father's building a house, and my brother... lives in San Francisco.

Not that that's any excuse for giving me a non-Buffy-related Vampire Watcher's Handbook. I mean, okay, it looks kind of amusing -- marginal notes and coffee stains and drawings and the like -- but I'm not really interested. Plus, there's the sort of depressing sense that all he really knows about me is that I liked Buffy and thus would appreciate "some vampire stuff".

Eh. Enough bitching. I have new Tan Dun! I have hair things! I have cat treats!

Ah, I remember the year I got the Star Trek: The Original Series alarm clock. Despite not being a Trekker, or even a Trekkie. On the basis that I like SF and weird cult shows, type of thing.

It was...spectacular. A 3-D Enterprise suspended over a plastic faux-planet surface, with a curving black starscape behind it. The buttons were hidden in the craters. When the alarm went off, light beamed down from the ship to the planet, and a generic bloke voice bellowed "Landing Party to Enterprise! Beam us up, Scotty!"

I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And laughed. It's the sort of gift I'd really have appreciated if I were a Trekkie. As it was, I just marvelled at it.

Dude, it would rock if you still had that.

It really would. But this was long before I discovered the sheer hilarity of the portmanteau terms for Kirk/Spock and Spock/Kirk.*

(*Kock and Spork, for anyone who missed me cracking up over this when it originally occured to me. And every five minutes ever since.)

I do actually have another present under the tree (one shudders to think what delights it might contain) but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be for my birthday.

Oh, heck, I always end up opening half my birthday presents on Christmas anyway.

Dude! Fay! How psychic! The present I just opened is a Supergirl alarm clock!