Festive start driving me crackers
AFTER six weeks of electing a new Prime Minister, the sadness of our Queen’s death and the Bank of England’s endless predictions of doom for us all I thought we might get a ‘slow period’ where we could coast along and catch our breath. Fat chance.
I was in my local yesterday and was asked if I wanted to see their menu for Christmas Day.
What I actually wanted to do was go down the cellar and scream.
Obviously, I didn’t do that but you get my drift.
Later on I went to a discount store to buy Cobra a dog toy and they had shelves of elves amid a multitude of Santas.
Am I being curmudgeonly or is it just wrong to start Christmas promotions in September?
Some people will be coming home from their summer holidays to an avalanche of Christmas ‘bargains’.
What happened to autumn?
I was pondering over this walking with my pal Brian whose love of cafés ensures we stop for a latte every 400 yards.
He always has an interesting take on life sufficient for him to buy a wetsuit suitable for cross channel swimming in order to paddle on the beach in Newquay during.
Come to think of it Brian would make a great Father Christmas.
He tells me he has played the part before although he was careful not to disclose the outcome of that particular appearance.
I do like the idea of Christmas but it seems to have been overtaken by boozy parties and phenomenally expensive gifts that no one can really afford.
Any parent giving their child a single toy for Christmas would probably be reported to the NSPCC for neglect.
Nothing less than a Play Station 5 is just not good enough.
Celebrating the birth of Christ seemed like a perfectly good idea.
I’m not sure games where children spend hours annihilating monsters was ever part of the plan. Nor do I recall too many blood thirsty vampires in the Nativity.
It used to involve three wise men but take a look around at your Christmas office party and count how many ‘wise men’ you see.
That figure probably needs to be downgraded.
At least the pandemic has taught us to be more appreciative of family and friends, to cherish loved ones and take nothing for granted.
And now I must go to Poundland before they run out of baubles and crackers.
Happy Christmas everyone.