Playing me at my own game

I asked my dad, "what do you want for Christmas?" He said I know what I don't want.

I don't want socks.

I don't want a tie.

I don't want aftershave.

I don't want a mug that says 'The World's Greatest Dad'.

I don't want a book.

I don't want novelty boxer shorts.

I don't want a wallet.

I don't want CDs.

I want a lie in, breakfast in bed, peace and quiet, a big fat lunch, a bottle of champagne, Christmas dinner - in peace and quiet and no gifts, just money.

The man that spoilt me and turned me into this bratty, selfish daddy's girl has now turned into a spoilt, bratty selfish daddy.

Go figure!!

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The August Mayfield Diaries