The run up to Christmas seems to be getting earlier every year.
Last week when I was in the Trafford Centre they had already decked the place out with decorations, lights and a Christmas tree. They had their Christmas lights switch on last Thursday – yep, the day before Halloween. Manchester’s Christmas lights are being switched on this Friday. The town hall already has the Father Christmas that looks an awful lot like how Zippy from Rainbow would look in a Santa suit is already up. Meanwhile Primark have had Christmas jumpers on sale since mid-November and some card shops have had Christmas cards on sale even before that. Oh and the Christmas films are already being shown on the movie channels, there’s even a whole channel that shows them 24 hours a day.
It’s enough to make you want to scream.
I don’t have a problem with Christmas itself, Christmas is ace. It’s just that I don’t really want to be thinking about it, or seeing any reference to it before the last week of November at the earliest. I don’t want to see Christmas trees up in October and certainly don’t want to see cards and selection boxes on sale before pumpkins and fireworks. I don’t want endless adverts on TV telling me about getting a new sofa in time for Christmas. Who on Earth wants a sofa for Christmas anyway, apart from maybe a few who want to get one from a particular furniture chain in order to get a free cuddly toy sloth?
Besides which, I have two family birthdays and my parents’ anniversary occurring between now and Christmas.