The cheap toys Aunt Mildred gave as xmas gifts are damaged and await a burial in the Toy Cemetery and the puzzles and jigsaws scholarly Aunt Mavis gave to enrich, enlighten and educate are missing pieces and parts...all integral to completion of the aforementioned puzzle or jigsaw.
Soaps on a rope now hang musty and mouldy, socks and undies already have holes and skidmarks (the undies, not the socks), chocolates have been devoured, resolutions broken and therapy is underway for the supposedly happy family gatherings.
The cute toddler you adored on holiday is now something crossed with The Night of The Living Dead and Rosemary's Baby and tests your limits every
I don't make new year's resolutions. To me they're not worth the toilet paper they're written on. And it would seem a whole lot of other people follow the same dictum. It's not as though criminals have made resolutions to stop criminalling or fraudsters to stop frauding. Abusers don't stop abusing. Life goes on. People die. People get sick. People lose jobs. People suffer.
And yet just before the clock strikes midnight on December 31 we whip out the bubbly, gob-swap with strangers and convince ourselves that come 1 Jan xxxx our lives are going to be AWE to the SOME. 2012 really is a case of the same sh*t, different year. Quite frankly I believe in fairies and honest politicians more than I believe in new year. But of course, that's just me...