Blah humbug

Posted by Skytower on Thu December 24, 2009

Ah, Christmas eve.

Well, Christmas at the all-new Chateau Skytower isn’t a great deal different from recent Christmasses – except for the tree being up. Astonishingly.

Yes, it was erected (oo-er missus) to fill a corner (not now) very early on in December – literally two or three days after moving into the new place. It’s probably, since then, been plugged in twice. Aside from that, there are three Christmas cards on the mantelpiece (I’ve sent next to none, so in fairness I don’t expect to receive many)… and that’s yer lot. Not even any honeyed ham or eggnog grace the place.

Unfortunately, though, tradition takes a back-seat this year. I was genuinely hoping to make it the third successive pie ‘n’ mash Christmas dinner (saving the obvious turkey roast for very early January) – but a spoke has been bent out of place, and instead I shall be spending Christmas day dining with a group of comparative strangers. No, it’s not down the boozer, or meals on wheels. It’s a genuine invite, from a friend; though by the sounds of it, it’s more a ploy to be roped into being a children’s entertainer for the afternoon. Any signs of a multicoloured wig, and I’ll be gone like Dobbo’s rabbits.

One other slice of tradition remains. The obligatory nature of working Christmas eve and new year’s eve, thus avoiding a) spending loads of money by having to go out, b) midnight mass, and c) hangovers. Within that, somewhere, is logic…