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November 18, 2004

Do I know it's Christmas?

Apparently they are banning alcohol from Bondi Beach this Christmas. They can’t complain too much. On the same news page it said that we in Britain are set for one of the coldest winters on record. I was originally planning to spend Christmas day on Bondi. And given the choice of beach, sun, swimming without alcohol or frozen ears, I think I would still take Bondi despite this ban.

I could not believe it when I read that Birmingham are banning Santa from the shops this Christmas in case it offends non Christians. What is happening to this country? Christmas is a bit of strange one for me. Every year it starts off commercially earlier every year. The last time I looked it was November 18th but it may as well be the middle of December now.

I went to the shops yesterday and was confronted by large plastic Christmas trees in the front doors of the shops. I could buy tacky Christmas cards, even tackier crackers, or even a Christmas CD full of Number One Christmas songs. The only thing I did buy was a bottle of coke. Ironically it had a big picture of Father Christmas on there and continues to smile at me every time I take a drink from it.

At least I had escaped. As I walked into HMV to browse some CD’s guess what song came on? ‘Do they know it’s Christmas 20’, a new charity song that was realised that day. A quick pint with a couple of my friends presented me with the ideal opportunity to get away from all this premature Christmas talk. It was a good idea until everyone started to talk about the plans for their Christmas work parties. If people were trying to brainwash me with everything Christmas it was working. As soon as I got in I knew I could escape these Christmas thoughts. The phone rang. It was my mum. “Love, what do you want for Christmas”.

Don’t get me wrong, I like lots of things about Christmas. I like getting soft and squeezey presents from my gran on the day. There is nothing more enjoyable than trying on the newly knitted jumper in from of the rest of the family, one which she knitted on measurements when you were fourteen not twenty six. There is nothing better than watching your normally sober for three hundred and sixty four days of the year parents get merry in front of you and trying to be funny. And what else could top watching eight hours of television repeats with your extended family followed by the Queens speech in a fire induced cauldron of a living room? But to top it all off its seeing the reaction of people opening up presents that they would never consider buying themselves yet by miraculous coincidence claiming they have always needed one they were so desperate for it. So desperate for it in fact that never had one.

p.s do you know it’s Christmas next month?

posted by coops @ 4:35 pm  

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