Amigos,
about this time every year, I begin to find that something odd is happening.
On my televisor, those who are trying to sell me things begin to dress in red and white. I also notice a marked tendency for there to appear many midgets, dwarves, and other small pipples dressed up to look like fanciful characters. In my quotidian existence, I cannot fail to see that tempers have recently become unaccountably shortened, including my own, those of the gatos around me, and those possessed by the humanos we generally lord it over.
Usually about the time I realize that I am going through aspirin and Sangria at twice the normal rate, and all the neighborhood perros are acting unnaccountably sheepish, it hits me.
¡Maldito Navidad again!
Joo see amigos, that which I manage to keep private for most of the year has, regrettably, once more raised its ugly head.
¡El Gato Negro!, he is a Scrooge.
I know, it's hard to accept, unfortunately it is true. I can only hope that mis copañeros de la blogósfera will be understanding with me, throughout this brief, difficult period.
So, if a comment by me appears on jour blog saying, por ejemplo, that Santa Claus is an evil heartless murdering gomberro, or that the best Christmas Carol is "Why Don't We Do It In The Road?", or that falling Reindeer droppings on the eve of December the 24th account for more than 7% of all head injuries annually worldwide, I can only beseech joo to be patient with jour humble gato and realize that it will all be over in less than a month.
Gracías.
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