Nearly there, people. One more sleep … and we can start buying hot cross buns.
There’s a bit of an edge around Christmas this year. Some people are just openly confused about what it’s really all about.
One chum sent me this message: “From us ("the wishor") to you ("hereinafter called the wishee"):
“Please accept without obligation, implied or implicit, our best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, politically correct, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral, celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.
“Notwithstanding the above, we wish for you a financially successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated celebration of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2017, but with due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures or sects, and having regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith, choice of computer platform or dietary preference of the wishee.”
It then goes on to list the terms and conditions of the greeting, concluding with:
“Any references in this greeting to "the Lord", "Father Christmas", "Our Saviour", or any other festive figures, whether actual or fictitious, dead or alive, shall not imply any endorsement by or from them in respect of this greeting, and all proprietary rights in any referenced third party names and images are hereby acknowledged.”
It wouldn’t be so droll if it didn’t contain a kernel of truth.
The Christmas parties have claimed their usual toll. The best example recently was at the Bendigo Sports and Classic Car Club bash.
A large crowd was enjoying the performance, when a mature-aged chap who will remain nameless, but whose initials are Roger Huthnance, decided to join in the dancing. He finished up with a vigorous Nutbush. Rog is no spring chicken and confessed to having very real trouble even walking after.
It was pointed out to him that he should have waited for the seniors’ Hokey Pokey: “You put your left foot in, you put your right hip out …”