computedshorty Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > My Christmas present. > > I have difficulty in handling things, as my > fingers will not grasp, > you might if you were near me, hear me say ?Dam & > Blast. > I have a habit of carrying things clasped close to > my chest, > my dinner gravy, it spills through my jumper and > stains my vest. > > My two jumpers have to be put in alternatively for > a washing, > they are getting thinner now with all that > tumbling and tossing. > A Cataloque with clothes to fit the bigger man, > came in the post, > there is plenty of room to move about in them, > more than most. > > I ordered one through the internet, size XXL > colour Khaki, > lets hope it comes soon the weathers changed, I?m > getting parky. > It arrived just now always nicely packed to get > here for us, > don't want to open it now, I will save it up for > Christmas. > > I got my little Christmas tree, its only eighteen > inches high, > my cat plays with the baubles, when she tiers of > it sits close by. > She tries to open the Christmas paper, of the > present on display, > its that present that I waited for, and can open > on Christmas Day. > > Its Christmas morning, I did not hang a stocking > up I?m a bit old for that, > but I have got a warm welcome, from my longhaired > tortoiseshell cat. > She jumps up by the Christmas tree, knocking my > present down at my feet, > so I open up my present, when asked who gave it to > me I must be discreet. > > I might say Timmus gave me that, not a lie in > fact, but slightly bent, > you might well ask me, how on earth can a cat give > you that present? > Well of coarse she did not hand it to me, as I > entered in the door, > she sort of gave it a nudge and it landed tumbled > down to the floor. That's lovely computedshorty - you are very gifted (no pun intended)