Christmas Crappers.

Okay, I understand that at christmas everything is a little tight (waistline and money bags). Of course I understand this being that I have just moved into a house at university with this comes extra bills, gas, electric, tv licence, sky, phone (which I DO NOT USE). So this christmas I have like no money to spend on family. My mother tells me that my Dad got some money back from taxes (no idea why) and that he said he'd be happy to help. I can guarantee that he won't and if he does. Well there will be an absolutely amazed outburst later on. But he says I have to wait until saturday (reminder saturday 24th would be christmas frickin' eve!) so once again I have to wear a santa hat (mine is usually black and says bah humbug, my fathers idea of a joke because I used to wear black all the time) and go shopping at the most ridiculous time for my beloved mother and a stupid wench my Dad calls his girlfriend. Stupid Wench also knows I have minimal funds to spend and when I ask her what I can get for my little sister (half-sister 10 years of age) she says oh get her that blah blah blah One Direction cd. Yes it is only £10 but this means it is ALL I can get her and I feel a right bitch. Not that she would care because she is ten and she is happy to see Harry on the front cover. I then ask her about what to get my Dad. She has no clue. This would be the woman who when I asked my fathers shoe size she said "oh he can be a 6, 7, or an 8". (She has lived with the man for at LEAST 10 years, you'd think she would know this by now). So I am livid. Livid that this stupid woman my Dad "loves" has put me in this awful position (yes I know I shouldn't have spent so much of my student finance on crap but she is not helping matters).
I am not a selfish person, but I can see that if someone looked at the gifts I get at christmas and the gifts I give people will think I am. I am just not a very good gift giver, my elder sister is somehow every year she astounds me with the things she gets me. All I can give her is a beloved dvd of a film we watched and loved when younger. I try harder for my Mum because she basically raised me alone and she deserves so much (long story). I have already bought her a gift, (she has some weird obsession with "A Christmas Carol" so I bought her the new one) I need to get her the Indiana Jones box set, Slippers, Lace (perfume) and after 8's (her faves). The problem with Mum is that she does not write a list, she just says things in passing that I will never rememeber ever. Wench writes a list (presumptious eh?) and she EXPECTS everything off of the list. So every year I try and think of MORE presents for Mum because lets face it it is not fair if Wench gets more. I have saved all of Mum's present buying for Saturday and I swear if he says i'm paying for Mum myself whilst he pays for Wenches I am going to scratch his eyes out.
Ahhh relax now, only 2 days (ish) til the shopping is either underway or over. I absolutely cannot wait. Then I can spend christmas with Mum and boxing say (cringe) with Dad and my lil sis and his girlfriend. It sucks because usually I totally dig christmas, spending time with the family and shizzle. But now I'm thinking, I get to forget about all this crappiness for a day and just chillax and by the time I have chance to think about it the fume will be long gone like the wrapping paper and boxes that my presents have come in. I do not know if I will write anymore before the spectacular day so I will say now. Merry Christmas to all! And have a Happy New Year. Keep passing the open windows.