I spotted these Christmas crackers on sale in our local town centre yesterday.
It was horrible weather and the combination of torrential rain and Yuletide money-spinning gave me the feeling that the rest of summer was cancelled. (I usually try to pretend it’s still summer until the end of September, so this was a depressing development.)
I posted the pic on Facebook yesterday and one friend commented that Selfridges has had Christmas decorations on sale for weeks already. There were other comments expressing dismay and outrage.
I find this unseasonal selling particularly ironic and cynical when so much Xmas imagery focuses on the fact that it happens in winter – even in parts of the world where it doesn’t. Snow, robins, holly berries, mistletoe…they all seem to be at least as prominent as Jesus.
