7/26/2023 0 Comments Ho ho hopefully piano![]() He sits for a moment, staring at the words on the page, and then groans, crumpling it up and tossing it to the floor. He figures Louis acts like a child enough for it to work.ĭear Louis, he starts, What do you get when you cross a snowman and a dog?, Harry writes in careful penmanship, and then under it, Frostbite! It's a Boy's Life article with 25 Christmas jokes, all of which seem to be directed more toward the age range of 8-12. Pulling out his phone, he types in cute christmas jokes, which he hasn't tried yet, and clicks the first result. ![]() He opens the folded piece of paper and smooths out the crease in the center, deciding to have a go at the content of the card before he continues stressing on what the outside should look like. He's absolutely shit at drawing, can't ever remember which way is up when he puts his pen down, but copying words from google- that he can do. He probably would have laughed, but Harry knows he would've at least followed up with a text full of ideas. In all honesty, his first thought should've been to call Zayn and beg him to drive down to help Harry with the card. It comes out looking more like an oddly shaped blob, and suddenly Harry knows why he took up singing. It's the thought that counts, he tells himself, picking up the pen and flicking it between his fingers before drawing a star in the top right corner of the paper. He's decided to go with handmade everything this year, although he's not sure the bottle of mint flavored lube he knows Louis loves counts as homemade. He's already tried funny christmas jokes (What do you call an elf who sings? A wrapper!), silly christmas jokes (What's the best key to get at Christmas? A tur-key!), and even dirty christmas jokes (Why is Santa's sack so big? ‘Cause he only comes once a year.).Īll he needs is a card to go with the present he's already got finished for Louis, and after decorating what he has to admit is probably the most incredible birthday card Louis will ever receive, Harry is set on doing the same for Christmas. Harry sighs and picks up his phone again, pulling up safari and typing in funny christmas jokes for when you're in love, to which he again finds nothing. There's not much covering the surface, just his piece of paper and a pen, his camera off to the side, and what looks like a week old pair of Louis' underwear hanging off one of the corners. He's seated at the desk in the bedroom of his and Louis' flat. So it's on a Tuesday night three days before Christmas when Harry realizes that, while google may be equipped to define an ugly word he's read in a tabloid, or translate something in Spanish while they're in South America, it's not heavily loaded with Christmas jokes. Especially this year, with the end date of their contract looming near, Harry's able to refuse any and all proposed publicity stunts, and there isn't much left in the hands of management when it comes to begging. Not to mention its the one definite month a year where they're allowed to kick back with their families and take a well deserved break. There's Christmas, and holiday cheer, and Louis' birthday. ![]() December is probably one of his favorite months of the year, with its fluorescent lights that wrap around trees and shine like stars, lighting up the air with something magical. It's a Tuesday night, the skies are threatening snow, and Harry's tea has gone cold. It's all a lie google officially doesn't have the answer to everything.
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