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Countdown to Christmas

As a first year, the initial excitement of Freshers Week has passed and now all people seem to talk about is Christmas; my flatmates are babbling about who will cook Christmas dinner Secret After one of my flatmates asked me if our 800-watt microwave was 800 degrees centigrade, I have about as much faith that the twelve of us will manage to produce Turkey with all the trimmings as I do in the existence of Father Christmas. As for Secret Santa, I really hope my victim likes own-brand bath bombs and chocolate orange.

Tesco is desperately (and successfully) selling discounted Halloween sweets to unsuspecting students to make way for tins Santa: Stop signs and Costcutter is selling panettone of all things! A caterpillar cake for a s birthday was pushing the boat out 11.00 on cake!

Christmas comes earlier every year, and it’s becoming a chore rather than the season I adore. I tripped over my own feet yesterday whilst walking through Whitefields, distracted by the most spectacularly decorated house –tree, snowflake bunting: the lot. But, is this really appropriate in the first week of November? It’s ridiculous – bah humbug, eh? Don’t get me wrong, I’m usually the most festive of folk (I know all the words to ‘Mistletoe and Wine’) and I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve, but what’s the Yuletide norm concerning friends you only met seven weeks ago? In seminars, I’m scanning the room, making a mental Christmas card list. In the back of lectures, I’m slyly perusing my Boohoo app for a dress for the Christmas ball; you can’t escape! I’m really starting to get my tinsel in a twist over the whole malarkey.

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