Funny Old Christmas

I know this is a bit late but here is my Christmas blog:
Sunday, 12-15 and off to the old folks home (in this case my parents) for Christmas dinner.  The dinner was nice but not the important part of this blog;  Read on…
As a family we had decided not to bother exchanging gifts, however, when my brother and I arrive at the house this is an entirely different story;
Yes, my parents had a change of heart without telling us and lo and behold there are presents residing under their tree.
Having no idea that we were to be receiving gifts was surprise enough but not as surprising as the presents themselves.
I pride myself on my sense of humour, and I firmly believe that a sense of humour can be inherited; in my case from my dad.
The first gift I opened would turn out to be very useful on a cold winter’s day; by the feel and weight of it I knew it had to be something tin shaped.  My first thought being a can of coke; but no, it turned out to be a tin of Tomato Soup, yummy!
Next to come was a present from my mum.  As she put it a pen to help you with your writing, which was a whole lot more sensible than anything my dad could produce but not as tasty as the soup (maybe, though, I haven’t tasted ink…in a while)
The second present from my dad probably seemed like a fun prospect when he bought it but by the time he presented it to me was less so.
I could not believe my luck when I realised he’d bought me a car; just one problem there, my parents live on a council estate and as to be expected I found it without wheels and sat on bricks.
Luckily those bricks were made out of polystyrene and the car was a scale model of a Mini.  Its ok, we found the culprits…residing in an old box of Lego, along with the police officer that gave them their ASBOs.