How to avoid being trite this Christmas
‘And so this is Christmas, and what have you done?’ Not a lot this year, actually. Getting things ‘done’ ceased to be the object from about March onwards in favour of just getting through. So here we are, ‘another year over’, with less than ever to show for it. Goodness knows what my mother’s obscure relations are going to put in their Christmas letters this year. Here’s hoping some second cousins thrice removed somewhere have managed to pass their Grade 3 Piano exam to give us all some good news.
But John Lennon’s is not the only Christmas song that will be sounding a little different this year. (Top marks if you recognise where they’re all from.*) ‘Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose’ as you sit on your coats on the patio in your Tier Two area. ‘I really can’t stay…’ ‘But baby it’s cold outside…’ ‘I know, but if I come inside that will push us over the rule of six.’ ‘I’m driving home for Christmas, oh I can’t wait to see those faces’ through the kitchen window. ‘Oh I say it’s tough, I have had enough, can you stop the virus please?’
