A real tragedy hits after Christmas, it’s becomes the season of ‘wearing what you never really wanted but were too nice to tell your family.’
If there is one thing I love about my family, it’s that we have no problem making each other cry on Christmas morning and protesting out pure hatred for our gifts. This year my brother was the first one to declair that the ‘harem cropped lounge pants’ I bought him where “disgusting” and they were tossed back in my face.
Up next I opened a few t-shirts from a ‘board shop’. The Hurley and Quicksilver flew across the room and right back from whence they came.
Besides the occasional tag in the eye, no one gets hurt. We all tried our best but at the end of the day there is no use keeping something in your closet for a year before getting rid of it.
But some of my friends aren’t as rude as my family… And what do they end up with? I asked a few of them what there holiday ‘wardrobe’ included and here is my favorite shirt that wasn’t sent back
The White Persian Space Cat….
At least he makes a good drinking buddy/wingman…