He’s pathetic. Christmas tree day in our house is all about getting pissed on baileys and having an Iceland picky bits buffet. The 5 of us do it together and laugh about all the random ornaments we’ve got over the years. The tree ends up full of tit, but every ornament has a memory.Yes to this! We make mulled wine in the slow cooker in the morning then get tore into it in the afternoon whilst putting the tree up! I don’t even think he enjoys Christmas, he just needs validation from strangers. Quite sad really.
He is in his sad little flat, on his own putting up a plastic tree filled with plastic mass produced tat. Then uploads his pic, and Christmas is done for him. Sad little existence