The words “Advent” and “war” are ones you may not usually associate with one another, but after tonight, I certainly do. Before this incident, I used to think of Mary-Anne as the only sensible, responsible and mature resident of the household, but I have found myself to be proven wrong. Gravely wrong. Horribly, terribly, woefully wrong. Of course, I can blame it all on Mister Popsley. I had believed him to be gone for good after invoking the name of…well…you know…the ghost-with-the-rope. Alas and alack, he has reappeared, determined to make himself (un)welcome here in my old, abandoned mansion until the day of his Deading finally arrives. I’m practically counting the days ’til he’s gone. But that’s not the pointy! The pointy is…he noticed the Advent Calendar.
How the Addams Family celebrate Christmas. (I love them!)
He reached for it, with a ravenous look in his eyes- only for Mary-Anne to pounce at him from behind! She had claimed today’s Advent chocolate as her’s and her’s alone, and she wouldn’t let anyone get away with it. And so, for about an hour and a half now, a fierce battle has raged throughout the mansion, culminating only when Mister Popsley- who, I might add, has no respect for rituals and traditions in any way whatsoever -managed to grab the calendar and attempted to gobble them all up simultaneously. When, suddenly, the flock of poltergeist emus burst through the window, pecking at him in an attack of deranged yet whimsical violence. I was never so glad to see them. Mary-Anne pushed me out of the room to escape any potential danger, which I found disappointing, since I would have rather enjoyed seeing that total eejit being pecked to his demise by a gang of spectral birds. And then, suddenly, enter…RASPUTIN!!!!
“What’s all this malarkey?!!???!?!?!??” he yelled.
To be continued! Meanwhile, I suggest you really watch the video above, the famous Christmas episode of Father Ted. I’m not sure if most of my blog’s readers (except for howtobecharming and that one with the cupcake) will have heard of Father Ted, seeing as they’re Not Irish (bastards), but if so, this shall be the perfect introduction. If you don’t watch it, I may never forgive you. Okay, I will considering it’s Christmas, but still, you should really, really watch it. Mmmm’kay?
Have I told you how much of a delightful writer you are? And how I’m kind of horrified of this household yet desperately want to visit at the same time?
How kind.
Please do visit someday. Perhaps bring L and Nirnif along with you.