My fragile truce with Santa
Dear Santa, You don’t like me and I don’t like you … No … How about: Now, I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye… no. Let’s try…
Merry Christmas! I hope you are looking forward to the one day of the year where you have to do any work.
Not that the face of consumerism can ever really have a day off.
I’m hoping we are past last year’s unpleasantness where I denounced you.
I was incredibly unpopular with my family for wanting to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas rather than the giving and receiving of presents.
I now appreciate that this was a mistake and that the true meaning of Christmas is indeed the giving and receiving of presents. In fact it seems to be the giving that people enjoy more.
I have burned my kaftan and am no longer such a hippy.
So now we have to get to the crux of the issue. Could you see your way clear to not bringing me any pot pourri this year? The same goes for scented oil burners.
They only clutter up my house and make me sneeze. I’d also like you to steer clear of novelties such as singing reindeer and clockwork nuns.
As regards to how good I have been, I think we both know the answer to that.
Although I should like to point out that my attempt to make it through December without wishing anyone a happy Christmas is a social experiment and should not be counted as bad behaviour.
If anything I should be lauded for my vision.
This aside, I have made peace with the fact that I should be receiving coal for Christmas and I am perfectly happy with this.
Is there any way the coal in question could have been kept under tremendous pressure for millions of years, before being made into a nice pair of earrings?
Lots of love, Cherry
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