Christmas week

Well if it has escaped your notice, it is Christmas. Along with this comes the usual behaviour from people and the shops.

As you walk into shops there is on the whole overly loud Christmas songs playing though the PA system. Usually the same 5 crap song by played by all the shop/store you visit. Then there is the big sign near the entance door trying to tell you that 'if you don't buy X for your Christmas party,  you will be a nobody in the Christmas party world'.

As you head around the shop/store it become apparent that the usual stuff you buy disappears and a Christmas variant appear in it place, I want Dry Roasted Peanuts, Not Dry Roasted Cashew & Peanuts. I don't want to pay an extra 3p to have Christmas items printed on my toilet roll, I don't care when I am (Censored for decency), Just stock my usual toilet roll!!! 

Shell (my wife for new readers) birthday is on Christmas eve, Why  remove all the Birthday wrapping paper, people do have birthdays on the 24 and 25 of December! Shell does not want her birthday presents in Christmas paper

There are funny sights and sounds walking around a supermarket in the run up to Christmas Day. The couple arguing about what the best Gravy for turkey, one waving a tub of Onion Gravy, the other waving a tub of Chicken Gravy. When there is a big display of Turkey Gravy next to them.

Then a trolley road train passes by. 3 or 4 trolleys with an adult holding on to first and second trolleys, and one on the last one, with one or more kids holding the others in the line. plied high with food and assorted bits, it look like they think the shops are going to be closed for 2 months not a day or two. As I watch his awesome sight, I almost get get knocked over by a flying trolley dash shopper, they are someone who is intent on trying to break the world record for getting their shopping done in the shortest time possible.

When you do get home, you are still not safe from over hyped Christmas there is the adverts on TV to contend with.
Supper happy, not a care in the world, everything perfect, not one sniff of mental health problems, except the family looks like they are all on happy pills. The Only advert that come close to normal life is a hyperventilating Alien worried due to there being only 5 earth day left to Christmas day, cause he is a shoppaholic.


The big day arrives, Christmas day, an oasis of normal tradition Christmas. hearing my wife and mother in law get stressed in the kitchen Christmas morning as I am shoving the mounting of packaging into a bin bag.
The vulture attack that is a hunger family at the Christmas Dinner table, ending in Brother in law trying to break the world record for the longest or loudest burp. The father in law stumbling to a soft chair half drunk, then trying to gas us out.
The bloated lounge on the sofa, watching the usual Christmas afternoon TV. Before going down to my mums for a very light Christmas tea with the opening of present to her from us and visa versa.

Strip away the commercial pushiness of big business shoving Christmas down my throat to sell, sell, sell and I like Christmas. however Christmas overload is all too ready to attack when shopping.

Till next time Dear Reader Merry Christmas and Stay Safe.