Merry Christmas from that dork who works at the bookstore and always tries to engage you in conversation just because you’re a girl and *surprise* you’ve both read Harry Potter. This is what he does on Christmas. He reads the dictionary alone.
I have zero idea what crickets playing cricket have to do with Christmas. As much as I love the British, they don’t make sense sometimes. I suspect the that Blitz had something to do with this, as well as hard drink and falling on your head a lot as a child.
