It's just like Christmas...

Like a drunken santa, patch 3 has crashed and spilled its presents onto the live realms. Now we're all busy scurrying around the wreckage looking at the gift tags and saying, 'oo this one's for you Barbara' while we shake it and try to guess what's inside. Everyone's busy tearing off the wrapping paper and playing with their new toys. Hunters are like the spoiled kids, with a zillion new gadgets that they'll probably only use once before discarding. The odd huntard is now happily engrossed with the packaging. Paladins are the teenage girls who were hoping for something sexy like makeup or perfume, but mum decided they're just not old enough for that and got them a Jackie annual instead. Next year girls. Warlocks got a chemistry set, and you just know they're on the internet right now trying to figure out how to turn the litmus paper and soda crystals into a lethal weapon. I'm sitting here in my over-sized jumper that some nice resto shaman knitted for me, with a glass of sherry and a mince pie. It's a good feeling, but it's not like Christmases used to be. I'm probably too old for lego and transformers, but I can't help wishing wistfully for something more exciting than book tokens and slippers. The Queen's speech comes on in a minute and it'll be good to see what the new year has in store for us. Then I'm off to eat my body weight in turkey and play twister with the druids (they're such terrible cheats...)