I met this chap during my lunchtime stroll around Belfast today. He looked so happy and pleased with himself that I hadn’t the heart to tell him that he had in fact turned up two months early for the wrong holiday. Maybe someone will take him to one side and have a quite word with him. Or is it her? Or them? I’m afraid I didn’t hang about long enough to find out as I was only on a 35 minute break.
There have been sightings of Christmas trees up already in houses as people seek to bring some early festive cheer to their lives. I can fully understand folk doing this as it’s been a pretty awful year for us all. Apart from the people in the bungalow outside our village who insist on keeping their outside Christmas lights up all year round. I’m a reasonable man but I’m sorry, that’s unforgivable. There’s no middle ground. It’s a firm no from me.
Certain members of the Black household have already made not so subtle overtures for me to drag my battered body into the roof space to bring down the Christmas decorations. I’ve resisted to date but am starting to crack under the relentless pressure. I wandered into the kitchen the other day to find a Hallmark Christmas movie on. I won’t detail the plot as everyone knows there only is one plot to every Hallmark Christmas movie ever made.
I’m sure Frosty would find a home if he called by our place. 2020 has been such a topsy turvy year I fully expect to see the Easter Bunny by the second week in November. April Fools Day will be brought forward to early December and we all be eating our Christmas dinner on the beach like they do in Australia. Frosty knows best after all. It’s beginning to look a bit like Christmas. An extra special Covid Christmas.