It’s a happy sort of silly madness
TIS often said “It’s the countdown to Christmas” which of course it is, but in that case it’s also the countdown to dinner, my next wash..on Saturday of course, my first mango, new year, first birthday without my Mum, a glass of wine tonight, my book arriving, the Houghton Pipeline in before the Star Ship Enterprise lands, the wet season arriving, and my rates arriving! I think from now on I’ll just let them happen.
None are promised anyway eh! Having said that I best prepare for the countdown to Christmas with pressies for my girl and my dog, before 39 days.
Happy Wife, Happy Life, and Barb ads, Or you get the Carving Knife. Charming.
We buy useful things now, my girl has more than enough useless things, take me for instance!40 days and 40 nights until Christmas, and for blokes 39 non shopping days.
Coincidently, moments ago, my girl came in with a pamphlet extolling the virtues of a wonderful sale called ‘Shopmas’, you have to be joking!
The glorious extremes are amazing when it comes to the creativity in the CD (countdown) to Christmas, like the Aussie Christmas tree I saw at that Christmas shop called That Christmas Shop.
It was a Wattle Christmas tree with all manner of our animals, including a Magpie that would scare the living daylights out of any jogger, cyclist, or even poor Santa for that matter!
But I didn’t see a Mango, fruit bat, gecko or green ant nest, so it wasn’t a true NQ Aussie tree.
Though knowing the blokes in that shop, the green ant nest and bat will be in it by tomorrow.
Having snowy Christmas trees in the tropics seems a little strange, but with the way the weather is going to be, anything that signifies COOLNESS, is a health necessity.
In a shop or saw Tropical Elves so we are certainly heading in the bright and right direction.
I believe we should celebrate our uniqueness, instead of blindly following those south of the Mango Line (Bowen), ok, a lot further south of the Mango Line.
I tell the story in my charity book ‘The Price Of Paradise’, my first night in our great city, whilst on the phone to Mum, I saw a ridiculous sight in the women’s clothes shop, Suzanne’s. A steaming hot January evening in the glorious decade of the 80s, and there on a dummy was a long leather dress, long sleeve woollen shirt, leather vest, and leather coat. It was 35 degrees at midnight!
Who would wear that other than the workers at Harbourside Coldstores.
Ha! And the Hello Fresh bloke just arrived sweating, which made me think, the way the weather maybe its Hello Cooked.
Lets get tropical this Christmas, with Christmas Koobaburras, Christmas Crocs (shoes and the snappy chappy) Christmas Coolers, Christmas kisses, and sadly probably Christmas masks. There’s even Christmas Crocs to wear with Christmas Socks.
Yay! I love my Crocs, colourful, comfortable, and no shoelaces.
In about a week and a half, I’ll be sitting in Maccas all over North Queenslkand, shouting you a coffee, and selling my ‘The Price Of
Paradise’ books, Mum and my charity for this Christmas.
It’s a colourful romp in the glorious realm of Tropical Silliness. Happy days to all! ooroo