Christmas time is here again.
You can tell, because all the supermarkets are playing Slade, Wizzard, Paul McCartney (Wonderful Christmas Time) and etc.
The guys who wrote these songs do well every year from them. I know that Noddy Holder, who co-wrote the Slade song, has enough money each year just from that for a comfortable pension, gets his daughters through college and so on, and that’s great.
My local supermarket, the Co-op, has made a token gesture, with piles of boxed mince pies and tins of toffees.
Other shops have twinkly lights, trees and nasty window glitter stuff which will be hard to clean off.
There are two themes for this year, Snowman (40th anniversary) and sprouts. Everything is coming as sprout flavoured now, crisps, tea, chocolate… There are Xmas tree flavoured Pringles to be had. Horrible things.
And, in a few days time, it will all be over, the sales will be on, folk will be complaining they ate too much, their turkey was too dry, they need a holiday, it isn’t like the old days (well, what is?) and so on.
Next year will be different. Brexit will make everything all right again.