"Ah, but ..." the sneaky little Bah Humbug fairy whispers in my ear, "it's an austerity tree, isn't it?"
"What's that got to do with whether it snows or not this year?" I think I must have been having a conversation with myself.
"Well, it's hardly going to snow in Singapore, now, is it?" chided the Bah Humbug winged thing.
"It might do, if you go to look at the lights at Tanglin Mall." I suggested to myself. Then, I remembered, quite proudly, that in all the years I have lived in Singapore, I have never bothered to venture under the Christmas decorations at Tanglin Mall, with the hope of being soaked in sticky, foamy bubbles.
And now my boys are too old to want to associate themselves with anything like that.
Goodness me, what have I raised?
"Back to the point at hand," grumbled the Bah Humbug bug. Definitely a bug, only a bug would keep reminding me to rummage around in the bomb shelter, hope I didn't discover a dead cockroad, and carry up boxes of Christmas decorations that had amassed over the years.
"Now that's a point for austerity," I ventured.
The bug shook its head, "no one will buy second hand Christmas ornaments - don't kid yourself."
I resigned myself to selecting decorations that were befitting a short, austerity tree.I think I managed to pull off a fairly decent feat of decorating - using up almost as many trinkets on the tree as a normal year.
Well, OK, not a normal year.
But a year when I have had a taller and wider tree (probably been eating too many mince pies).
So, Miss Nit-picky Bah Humbug Fairy, you can go and Bah-flipping-Humbug off.
No comments:
Post a Comment