It sneaks up on you.
Christmas and the Summer holidays.
Already the diary is filling with those,
Compulsory Christmas events.
Countless Christmas parties with freezer food and too much soft-drink.
Santa in all his incarnations and levels of intoxication.
Kids petrified by the blaring fire truck,
Handed a bag of mixed lollies.
School productions with 'parents please bring a plate,'
And' a gift under the tree from Santa.'
Ridiculous images of snow, reindeer,
And an overdressed octogenarian with rosacea,
When it is forty degrees in the shade.
I enjoy the Summer holidays,
The singing,
The excitement of small children,
And their deep philosophical discussions of the existence of Santa,
As a real being or as a metaphor.
But besides that...
Bah Humbug.
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