From the horse's mouth

Today is Boxing Day, traditionally the time to repackage the unwanted gifts and fight with the siblings; hence the name. I tend to be on a bit of a downer after the Christmas rush. It doesn't matter how many years pass, I always get way too over-excited by the nature and possiblities of presents. It's the mystery of what is in those boxes that does it, filling me with an abundance of cat-killing curiosity. Those shiny boxes could contain anything! Absolutely anything! A ham flavoured jaffa cake; a travelling freak show of mice and cufflinks; an elephant with a truffle; anything! The disappointment comes when I open the package and find it's yet another pair of socks, or another book I forgot I requested, or, worst of all, cash. Which is why all the excitement. You see I'm not excited about the present, I just hate the disappointment so much that I can't wait to get it over with.