Not going to do a big re-telling about Christmas this year (although one of my brothers did get a girlfriend and so we shall mock him, har har).
Anyway, just want to talk about something that happened at my mémé pépé's house.
So a bunch of us were sitting around the kitchen table (me, some aunts, uncles, and cousins), and I was sitting there with a book in my hands (as I usually do). The book I had was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's A Study in Scarlet, the new edition with the BBC cover (Christmas present from my brothers). I had it in my hands and it was just sitting there with it and my parrain (godfather) noticed it.
And what happened next was just so awesome I can't even.
He asked me if I'd seen the new series that came out and I said I had, and then he started talking about it with me. We talked about how awesome it was, how we preferred the first and third episodes to the second, how the cliffhanger at the end was frustrating but still awesome because OMG WHAT HAPPENS?!?!?!, and how Series 2 starts January 1st.
It was epic.
Parrain is actually the only person I personally know that's actually seen the series, and who likes it, and who's even talked about it to me (Parrain is one of the few people I know who discusses interests and stuff like that with me out of the blue, needless to say it's not something I'm used to but I love it every time it happens).
It was an almost magical moment (I am so pitiful TT^TT), and it probably only lasted a minute or two. But it was fucking awesome.
Merry Christmas to me.
