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Let's get one thing straight. It's early November as I write this, and it's still sunny (sometimes) outside. I haven't seen any robins in my garden yet, snow is still something they have in Iceland, I haven't got any gold rings and the partridge is so far away, he can't even see the pear tree. So why is it that a couple of days ago I started seeing Christmas decorations around? I don't mean a few lights in the garden tree, I mean the whole shebang - tree, streamers, angels. What an absolute load of baubles. I imagine the residents of these houses eagerly crossing off dates on their calendars - naturally, wearing one of those hats you find in crackers - their whole being set on getting the most out of the festive period by extending it to incomprehensible lengths.
It seems to be a trend in this country to milk the festive season for all it's worth these days. A shopping centre in my recent home of Liverpool is locally famous for getting its outdoor lights up and lit before Halloween, so you can be still airing summer sandals and be cheerily wished a Happy New Year via the ever-subtle medium of six-foot-high neon lettering. At this rate it won't be long before Santa and the Easter Bunny decide to join forces to get the best marketing power out of 'Christer' ('X-ter' to the atheists among us), the new season that takes up half the year, where a rabbit comes down the chimney and fills a stocking with cheerfully-wrapped eggs.See the full content of this document
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Much Too Much of a Good Thing
In all seriousness, Christmas is a fantastic time ...
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