I'm not a Christmas person. This is something my husband keeps saying about himself, but it does apply to me, too. I really don't like Christmas; the commercialism, the false glitter, the excuses (who needs one anyway?) for over-indulgence. And then there's the wondering what to get people who don't really need anything. They might end up with the 'hideous tie so kindly meant' (quote from a John Betjeman poem, I think).
So here we are again. Stores are already displaying their Christmas wares, and pestering me with the sound of carols. Soon the shops will be too crowded to move in. And let's stick paper hats on the heads of the homeless, the downtrodden, the oppressed, and get them to sing something about dreaming of a white Christmas. White? Oh, no, not snow as well. The car won't start, pavements will turn into ice rinks and I'll slide on my bottom down the steep part of our street. Sod all that. I'd love to hibernate until it's all over.
Bah! Humbug!
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...vegan humbug to you!
Ian Davison
Oh, I agree, sod all that, I'm looking forward to the new year.
Ian - OK, Ian, only vegan humbugs allowed in our house.
Fia - Yes, let's get it over with and then we can enjoy the new year.
You sing my song Jean!
Lane - Glad I'm not the only one.
I don't like the blatant commercialism (the adverts that start in October make me want to throw something at the screen) but I have to confess I do love Christmas Day when it comes :o)
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