ha ha ha. I see what you mean about snowmen, although when you make a real one it's point is, I suppose, to rejoice in the transient snow, so it shouldn't be so bad. Although I have on a number of occasions burst into tears when my snowman has melted, in recent years, so I can't talk. I feel the same about horrible zombie and skeleton stuff. Mortality terrifies me.
Gyrating santa ha ha.
I have a mini kitsch nativity set and I hoovered up the baby Jesus by mistake, so now they are all staring at an empty cot, aghast.
I assumed the lights with the advert belonged to a hopefully home business start-up doing Christmas lights.
We don't get many American-style Christmas displays outside homes in London, thank goodness. We get nice twinkly lights on trees in the streets, though. And in Sheffield (up North) they had the town centre lit up saying, "Happy Eid, Happy Christmas, Happy Hankkah" or something, which reminded me of your school's happy-holidays letter. My (Muslim) doctor said, "happy holiday" to me, which was nice.
I have been avoiding writing about Christmas on LJ so as not to distress you. So far mine involves lots of chocolate, and trying to get Ian out of bed to go on doggie walk to the druid mound.
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I see what you mean about snowmen, although when you make a real one it's point is, I suppose, to rejoice in the transient snow, so it shouldn't be so bad. Although I have on a number of occasions burst into tears when my snowman has melted, in recent years, so I can't talk.
I feel the same about horrible zombie and skeleton stuff. Mortality terrifies me.
Gyrating santa ha ha.
I have a mini kitsch nativity set and I hoovered up the baby Jesus by mistake, so now they are all staring at an empty cot, aghast.
I assumed the lights with the advert belonged to a hopefully home business start-up doing Christmas lights.
We don't get many American-style Christmas displays outside homes in London, thank goodness. We get nice twinkly lights on trees in the streets, though. And in Sheffield (up North) they had the town centre lit up saying, "Happy Eid, Happy Christmas, Happy Hankkah" or something, which reminded me of your school's happy-holidays letter. My (Muslim) doctor said, "happy holiday" to me, which was nice.
I have been avoiding writing about Christmas on LJ so as not to distress you. So far mine involves lots of chocolate, and trying to get Ian out of bed to go on doggie walk to the druid mound.