Hi Everyone
In the days when I believed in Santa Claus, I am still not sure so I do leave a mince pie for him even though we have no chimney and lock the front gate. Unless you were taken to a department store to Santa's grotto, many of my friends never saw a Santa. The Senior Partner reluctantly paid six pence for me to sit on Santa's knee in the hope that I would not ask for anything too expensive. Santa then gave you a special gift that usually squeaked or at least it was supposed to squeak. Whatever it was it did not have 'Made in China' stamped on it as those were the days when our squeaky toys had 'British Made' stamped on them. Now Santa is everywhere with many children seeing ten or more Santas in December. They are in schools, on trucks, in grottos, at Christmas fayres and even in care homes. It used to Ho, Ho, Ho but now it is Oh, Oh, Oh as sadly children can no longer sit on Santa's knee with Santa having a bodyguard everywhere he goes to protect him from possible accusations of misbehaving. You can argue that we have commercialised Christmas but many Santas help to raise many thousands of pounds for a myriad of charities to help people less fortunate than ourselves so even if you no longer believe, give whatever you can to Santa and his helpers while wishing the old guy a very merry Christmas.
Talking about old guys, this week I celebrate another birthday but don't worry too much as the good news is that I have decided that I have not yet finally reached middle age. This Christmas we have set up a Tree of Light in our local Community Centre/Library to raise funds for our local hospice. Many local schoolchildren have decorated small baubles to create a lovely display. That was all very impressive until I noticed that a number of baubles have photographs to remember loved ones who have passed on with messages on the back. Now it would be lovely to be remembered in that way but now I have another year to make sure that I am not remembered with a bauble, assuming of course that anyone thinks that I am worthy of being remembered in that way.
This part of this week's Rubbish is aimed at my older readers which I suspect is most of you. The word of the year according to the Oxford University Press is 'Rizz' which I understand is slang for romantic appeal or charm and is obviously used by people much younger than me and I suspect you. It is thought to be a shortened version of the word 'charisma' which is defined as style, charm or attractiveness, and the ability to attract a partner. Now I don't know about you but I thought it might do wonders for my self belief to be called 'Rizz' but then reality took over as I realised that I have never been or even wanted to be 'Rizz' and as far as attracting a new partner is concerned I already have one and have always held the view that one is enough.
Just a Thought:
It's getting harder to buy Advent calendars. Their days are numbered.
At least I am not as old as I will be next year.
Brian
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