Christmas is coming, maybe you have heard – post #1

Christmas seems to start earlier every year.

I’m sure it does.  There is going to come a time when we don’t even bother taking down our trees
and decorations.  It is inevitable.  We will be subjected to Michael Buble, The Pogues and Mariah Carey
all year round whilst shopping.  

It could be worse. We could live in Manila where the decorations,
and the tree, go up with the advent of the “ber” months.

That my friends, if you don’t have a calendar to hand to consult, is September.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  You have the power to make a difference.  
Make it better for your children’s children.  Make a stand now.  Switch Noddy Holder for Buble.
And the tree? 12 days before, 12 days after, with the reintroduction of an orange and a piece of
coal for presents.
It’s how it used to be.  In my day.  It is how it can be again.  We have to hope.


With the earlier start to Christmas, it feels like we are waiting forever for it to arrive.  
It’s like waiting for, well, Christmas I suppose.  

I for one don’t mind the wait.  At least it holds up the inexorable slide into, and sooner than I’d like
to think, out of middle age.  I am in the very enviable position of sharing my birthday with a very
illustrious crowd.

Jesus, Humphrey Bogart, Annie Lennox, Jimmy Buffett, and Quentin Crisp, amongst others.  I could
also claim Isaac Newton, but his birthday changed to January with the start of the Gregorian calendar.

And no.  Don’t feel sorry for me.  About the date, not the Quentin Crisp thing.   Envy me.  I get double
of what you get on December 25th.  
Admittedly, this only amounted to 2 pieces of coal as a child, but now, with the advent of the
materialistic, capitalist society we live in, I can demand real, actual presents.  
With the amount of discarded wrapping, and bottle bags (actually, I hold on to these and use them for
gifting to other people), the bin men must think a very large family resides in my apartment.


Other pluses include never having to work on your birthday.  

Being able to start the day with a glass of champagne without loved ones urgently “what’s app”ing
me the link to the local chapter of Alcoholic’s Anonymous.  

And probably most highly prized, I have the best excuse ever to avoid the “family Xmas” as I can
always claim I just want to enjoy my birthday with my (non related) loved one.

If any family members are reading this, I would never, repeat NEVER do this.


Still feel sorry for me?