If "ifs" and "buts" were candy and nuts, wouldn't it be a Merry Christmas?

Its Christmas,
Doesn’t feel so without our Christmas tree in the vicinity.. had to leave it behind when we shifted, it had grown in tremendous proportions. So, besides that, there are no gifts from anyone, and I am tired after a 150 km bike ride. Let me explain.
So the day started as any other Saturday would, me getting up 7ish cursing my project leaders, managers & colleagues and then realizing it was Saturday and getting back to the comforts of my razai(blanket).. anyway the entire day passed by watching TV, checking mails( too many automated greetings I say ) and most importantly eating food..
So it was evening and I met up with few of my friends at brigades, went to a restaurant to eat ( it’s the purpose of survival ) and sat right across a few drunk men…
Now I don’t know about u, but I find drunk people pretty amusing.. and being the person who doesn’t drink [read loser] that much [read broke] I take my ‘highs’ watching others in their momentarily lapse of reason.. and I take my pride in making fun of them the morning after ( generally afternoon by the time they get up ), in case u want a few “drunk” stories I’ll be more than glad to share.
As much fun it was watching him, we gobbled up our grub and head to the church. By the time we reached there the crowd was scarce.. but building up rapidly.. and this being next to the catholic club, the ‘all-night-party-animals’ were present there.. and I still wasn’t sure if my handkerchief had more cloth then two peoples clothing combined [and this was the church mind you]..anyhow after mass.. we headed towards our bikes, filled em up with fuel [ god it costs like 50 rs here ] head out towards ‘Nandi Hills’.
Its about 60 km, approx, from Bangalore, well if one doesn’t consider that we missed the turn and went about an extra ten. It was cold, and wearing two shirts and a heavy jacket was still not enough. We were freezing in the cold, and luckily spotted a tea stall open. [ it was about 2:30 AM ] had a quick tea.. maybe coffee, we are not really sure..and head towards the top of the mountain.. it was just too exciting, cool wind in ur face, visibility down to a zero[heavy fog] and gravity opposing you.. reached to the top only to find out the ‘gates’ would open only at 6 am , so we had a 3 hour wait, so what, we didn’t come here for nothing.. We opened a packet of chips we purchased at the tea stall.. it was open yet no one was taking a chip, it was too damn cold to take your hands out of ur pockets.. yet the brave souls [read fat asses] risked frostbite and hypothermia and started eating.. fog was building up and temperatures were dropping by the minute, and it was too too quiet, a sharp contrary to city life, its then we decided that v couldn’t stay up there much longer [ now that the chips were over ] and decided to head back.
If is fun riding the bike when u can see zilch.. and actually stopping to ponder upon where the road was. Regardless, we reached the foot of the hill, a journey of about half and hour, atleast in one single piece. Then on it was a cold ride back home, freezing temperatures, high speeds, it’s a wonder I can type now, for the fact that they had gone num in the morning..
Reached home at about quarter to 6.. just about the time the ‘gates’ were supposed to be open.. didn’t even think what it would be, if v stuck around there. Slept long, just woke up in between for the cursing and swearing.. Cold, tired, 150 kms, and Christmas has just begun…

Merry Christmas one and all, to you and your loved one(s)… May the warmth of this festive season bring comfort and joy in your heart. Here’s wishing you a bright, happy and prosperous new year.