Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Christmas Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying in vain to find a parking space at the shopping centre, driving around the car park until we see a shopper emerge and walk toward their vehicle, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space. Once inside the stores we are subjected to music that blares out peace and goodwill messages - clearly oblivious to the barging and shoving and elbows in faces as the shoppers race for pole position in the queue for the tills. With regard to Carols, clearly Santa got stuck up the bloody chimney in my home as I'm left to do the Christmas shopping or in my case handing over large quantities of money to purchase gifts that the recipients won't like, need or want - I think I've got it so wrong this year:( Gold, frankincense and myrrh - oh why can't present shopping be that bloody easy now?
I am trying to get into the festive spirit - maybe I need some 'spirit' - where is that vodka? Today I am going to do my December workout, wrestling with Christmas wrap and sticky tape and ribbon, losing my rag as I struggle to wrap with perfection my gifts. I figure that if they look good on the outside it will compensate for what lies underneath the paper.
Bah humbug - I need to go and suck another mint;)
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