1. The purchase of a pack of small panatela cigars which I
smoke between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve.
2. Granting myself consent to drink alcohol before midnight
during the same period, the most enjoyable indiscretion being a glass of port as an aperitif before several dinners.
3. Having something different than usual, and a little more
expensive, for dinner on Christmas Day and Boxing Day.
4. Watching a few TV programmes, almost always dark and
creepy literary adaptations.
5. Eating mince pies and stollen slices because Christmas is
the only time I eat such comestibles so it feels right. (I gather stollen is of
German origin, but I doubt the stuff which comes in boxes from Sainsbury’s and
Tesco bears much resemblance to the Teutonic original. I make due allowance.)
And that’s about it. No Christmas tree, no fairy lights, no
tinsel, and definitely no entertaining or visiting. I think it was the entertaining
and visiting which most put me off Christmas in the first place.
(I wish I could think of something interesting to write on
this blog. It’s becoming an issue.)
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