I had noticed already that Christmas has become more and more a commercial exercise here in Blighty, but I was not prepared for what happened very recently.
Walking out of a well-frequented train station I saw some young people dressed as Father Christmas and distributing mince pies, a typical Christmas fare these parts. Of course, this was far too early in the year considering we still write October; but this is not even the beginning of the mess.
Together with the mince-pie leaflets were distributed, and a company was promoting its own Christmas offer. You’d think Christmas Caroles, and pudding, and punch, and all that.
What they were promoting was a sort of “fun day” for groups of people obviously unaware ( or uncaring) of what Christmas is about in the first place. There was a disco-entertainment being offered before the eating and various other utterly profane activities. I threw the thing straight in the next bin with a somewhat energetic movement; too late I realised the leaflet would have been, on reflection, occasion for some entertaining remarks on the blog.
This simply gives you the full measure of the point things have come to.