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Xmas is here again friends. Do you still remember the good olden days when parents used to buy clothes for their children at the beginning of the year against Xmas? Mine was a different story.
My lovely mama used to buy the textile materials early January, take it to the tailor that same month, only to come for the clothes 23rd or 24th night of December. The clothes would remained with the tailor from Jan to Dec, maybe on the 15th of Dec, my mama will just come and give the tailor the description of her children, with the reason that her children are busy in the house. The quack tailor would just make any kind of dress.
On the 25th of Dec was always a war in my house because nobody can tell who owns which among the clothes. Some shirts will have one sleeve longer than the other, some trousers will be bongo, some will be bongo-shorts, and many other funny things. Wearing the clothes for xmas church, as a catholic, church-warden called me and asked: "Why are you wearing the clothes of your younger bother? Didn't you see that the clothes were meant for your younger brother?" I replied " I am the last child of the house." "Showwwwww," said the church-warden. "But why are they too small for you?" she asked. I pointed to her where my mama was sitting to go and ask her for more info. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
But I pity those who buy clothes in Jan against Dec. Even aboki trousers will be better than yours.

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