I was having my hair cut today. The young lady doing it asked, "Are you all ready for Christmas then?" Stifling the urge to say shut the **** up and get on with it, I grudged that it made a change from holiday plans, weather and how's the family, so decided to engage her in conversation. It turned out that all her presents were bought, her decorations were up, the freezer was stocked. What was she going to do for the next month, I inquired. Just enjoy it, she said. Well, good for her. I'll lay a small bet that by Dec27 she will have expunged all traces of The Season from her house.
The sound system in the salon was burbling a local radio station in the background, and every other word seemed to be 'Christmas'. How has it come about that we are so infantilised that 20% of every year has to be spent in anticipation of Santa....which is what it amounts to.
This isn't a case of bah humbug. I'll no doubt get a tree on the 23rd of next month (if there's any left). And it will stand in its full glory until Twelfth Night while my Christmas CDs get a twirl.
So far, R3 is resisting the tide....there are small mercies to be had.
How soon do your barriers fall?
The sound system in the salon was burbling a local radio station in the background, and every other word seemed to be 'Christmas'. How has it come about that we are so infantilised that 20% of every year has to be spent in anticipation of Santa....which is what it amounts to.
This isn't a case of bah humbug. I'll no doubt get a tree on the 23rd of next month (if there's any left). And it will stand in its full glory until Twelfth Night while my Christmas CDs get a twirl.
So far, R3 is resisting the tide....there are small mercies to be had.
How soon do your barriers fall?
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