I've had enough Christmas now. To tell the truth I'd had enough Christmas in mid-December but you have to go right through it to the end and then out the other side so it seems, to get to here, and here I am.
Took the tree down on 1st! There was tinsel sparkling in the sunshine and splintering light onto the wall and I thought "That's just not right!" It looked false -- fake -- tinselly. It looked TINSELLY! There's something unsettlingly tacky about tinsel touched by sunlight, don't you think? It's something akin seeing through a ghost! Suddenly you think, Hey, Christmas -- you're not REAL! You're just a big fat con we do every year to make Winter seem less Wintry when there was nothing wrong with Winter to begin with!
Same day I saw a wasp flitting outside the door and thought 'You're way too early, mate!' And just today (4th) a woodpigeon was cooing for all it was worth looking for some love. I wished things would settle into some good old fashioned cohesive pattern.
I ate a mince pie and it was so sweet I nearly spat it out. No more fancy stuff, I thought. No more sweets and spices, no more tree. I felt like George Bailey... I want to live again... I want to live again!
So today we went for a walk at the seaside and I bought cornish pasty and stotties from the corner bakery. You know...I think maybe the wasp and wood pigeon had it right all along. Get with 2022, they said. Get with the flow of nature.
Time to ditch the past -- it's so last year!
