I’ve been likened to Ebenezer Scrooge, you know. I have, and maybe the comparison is not entirely without merit. Had he not been so insufferably prejudiced against the poor, I think I might have preferred his pre-visitation persona to the one responsible for the survival of Tiny Tim.
Sunday, 13 December 2015
Being Beyond Ebenezer.
This is the time of year when I should be considering the annual anti-Christmas post, but I think I’ve moved a little beyond it. I’ve now become so anti-Christmas that the celebration is deemed supremely ignorable and therefore not even worth a whinge.