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Bah humbug: why Christmas drives you crackers

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” Kylie sang on the Royal Variety Performance.  There are many of us who would take issue with Ms Minogue and with all the forced jollity at Christmas.

Is it really the best season? Can waiting on a station platform in the freezing rain to cram onto an overcrowded commuter train compare with walking the dog on a balmy summer’s evening?

No. Not at all.

In fact there are lots of reasons that make pre-Christmas the most miserable time of the year.

How about: colds and flu, heating bills, being unable to get served in the pub because of all the once-a-year drinkers, supermarket TV adverts.

And that’s just for starters.

Writing cards to people you’ve not seen all year; having to be nice to colleagues at the office party; spending money you can ill afford on presents no one wants.

The list goes on.

Having to take time off work between Boxing Day and New Year; regurgitated rubbish Christmas songs (step forward Kylie); finding Christmas tree needles all over the house; food, lots of it, all heavy and energy sapping.

Religion. But that’s causing enough problems around the world at the moment, so let’s not go there.

The only people that do honestly enjoy Christmas are little ones, up to the age of 12. This is their magical season, even if they’ve stopped believing in Santa.

For the grown-ups it really is grin and bear it, with a monumental credit card bill to look forward to in January.

Roll on retirement when you can leave behind the family, the over hyped build up to the big day, all the tat associated with Christmas, and instead take off for a nice quiet month or two in the sun.

Bah humbug!


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