‘Tis the season to be…
Embittered by a deluge of unwanted, socks, ties and chillingly festive Christmas sweaters? Enraged by pesky family members who crawl of the woodwork once a year to visit? Sick to the back teeth of every kind of turkey dish imaginable being foisted upon you? All of the above?
We’re not quite there yet, but I’m guessing we’ll all be able to raise our hands to these come this time tomorrow.
This Christmas is shaping up to be a bit of an odd affair, with my going sick for the last few days and the fact I’m out of the country at the moment. I think I’ve more or less bounced back from the dreaded lurgy now at least. I just hope Santa’s on track too.
Nowadays, of course, kids can track Santa’s progress on his annual deliverathon using sites like this - http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html
I don’t know whether I would have been up for that as a kid. I guess it’s good to know exactly where Santa is, but then again, you might be heartbroken if you think he’s passed you by / had to divert to make an emergency landing. Christmas can be a tense time – even for the under tens.
And talking of that, I was amused to find a rather curious page on the Federal Aviation Administration website dedicated to Santa’s antics. It’s great to see Santa has abolished the old-skool ‘step down’ approach when landing on rooftops and is keeping himself in line with the latest aviation practices.
Anyhow, no matter how awful the Christmas sweater that’s currently lurking under the tree with your name on it, this girl’s takes some beating. I don’t know if the pearls are accentuating the positive or negative, but at least she tried. The battle-axe next to her is sporting a brarmer, too. Don’t ya just love Christmas?