It is that time of year: Christmas is near! Well, look at that I made a rhyme, it happens all the time. Look, at me: A silly goose. Letting loose.
Okay, I’ll stop now and get on to the more pressing matters: Practising our Present Faces and moving our blogging fingers because apparently we have been slacking off according to mr. P. Borby, and I can’t have that attached to my name! But I seem to have no problem with those weak ass rhymes above. I am a complicated woman.
For all our love of Garfunkel and Oates, I’ve discovered – through a very lazy tag search – that we have not posed Present Face. Something I frankly can’t believe. It is a shame because that song speaks to me on every level. Especially the literal level of having to fake joy over some weird ass present just because you want to keep the Christmas peace.
So without further ado, I bring you Present Face.