Bah Humbug - It's December again! 21 days to go!

Oh goodness, it's Sunday. I have the tedious task of adorning the tree with trinkets and baubles.

"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.

Bah Humbug. It's December again - 11 days to Christmas

Bah Humbug, it's 14th December.

Where did the last two weeks go? Now I only have 11 days to left.

I always wondered why it couldn't be right instead of left. I mean what is wrong with that?

I digress. 11 days, that isn't even two weeks. I came home from shopping yesterday, tired and weary. I had to stand in a queue and mingle with too many people who were peri-gyrating around the shops.

Gosh I hate Christmas, what a Bah Humbug.

Today, I seem to have wasted half of it deciding whether to remove the capitalisation from the beginning of each line of Eric and the Volcano, or whether I should stand by my conviction of being a semi-purist poet.

That out of the way, I decided to try and unblock the semi-blocked kitchen drain. That really did not work.

Oh toilets! Bah Humbug, another waste of my time. 

Half the day gone ...

With that I gave up.

How can I feel "seasonal" when I am unblocking a drain in a t-shirt and shorts? Living in the tropics where the the weather is far from even semi-Christmassy - even when it rains, it just stays hot and sticky, which might seem nice, but not all the time - the only seasons are hot and rainy and not quite so hot and rainy.

Bring me a Christmas sweater. Then maybe I might verge on feeling quasi-seasonal.

I suppose I could crank up the air-con to freezing, but then I'd be increasing my carbon footprint, which is not a great idea, especially since we were shown a public awareness and do your bit video before watching The Penguins of Madagascar yesterday.

Did I say penguins? I wonder what they would do on a tropical island?

Oh, yes, now I remember, they sit on the beach tanning their faces.

On the subject of Penguins, I re-watched a perfect example of perfect emotionally-binding marketing, which brought tears to my eyes and made me feel slightly, if not rather Christmassy.

I wonder if I will get a penguin for Christmas?

BAH HUMBUG

The Twenty Third Day before Christmas - Bah Humbug

Bah Humbug, it's 2nd December, and it's a Monday. What could be worse? 

Two boys home sick, nowhere to part at the Doctor's clinic, pouring rain, large Doctor's bill, that's one Christmas present I can't buy, more rain and I put the aircon service off until tomorrow.

I thought it was supposed to snow at Christmas? 

Ah, silly me, I live in Singapore.

BAH HUMBUG

And where are the two turtle doves? 

Oh, those come after Christmas..........