We're not giving each other presents
Ranz and May have to celebrate together this year. It won't be fun!
Oh no! Please not again! The old Christmas tree was only picked up by the city cleaning service a few days ago, and now it's all starting again. Mulled wine smells everywhere, the mailbox is full of begging letters and women who have been taking the pill their whole lives singing "Come, little children".
But as children we could look forward to Christmas so much! Well, we didn't have to pay for the presents. Anyway; there used to be more tinsel and in Bethlehem, back in the day, there were at least crèche places...