Christmas time

I know it is nearly November, but it seems like people have been banging on about Xmas since, well, last Christmas. I know I always complain, but it is silly.

Here in the UK, and elsewhere I am sure, the high street shops are struggling. For many of them, their biggest time for profits is Xmas. With Brexit looming and prices increasing, they do what they can to attract trade. Pre-Xmas sales, starting April, seem one way. Whether it works or not I cannot say.

I know at least one person who puts up her decorations in mid-September. She tells me she loves Christmas and wishes it could be Xmas every day (hmm, could be a song there).

I don’t bother too much. When you take down the decorations, it all looks very bare and sad, in other words, normal.

There are local folk who decorate their houses much like the one above. Over the top?

Hmmm…

There should be rules, don’t you think?

And we haven’t even had Halloween, Brexit or bonfire night yet!

The wonderful world of Christmas

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.