Christmas, they say, comes but once a year. But when it does, it comes in autumn and lasts three or four months.
Last week we went out for Sunday lunch and the pub we went to had a christmas tree in it already. Today, Jayne went off to Worthing to a warehouse shop that only sells christmas rubbish.
She came back with an unbelievable assortment of tasteless and nasty decorations, including an animated parachuting Santa. But that must be the point of christmas decorations because I have never seen one that isn’t tacky or tasteless, but maybe thats just my natural dislike of everything to do with christmas. If I lived on my own I would not have a tree or any decorations at all. I don’t know how I survived last year when, as Deputy Mayor, I had to go to about half a dozen carol concerts and other services. By the end I could practically recite the various lessons.
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