I can't lie...I love the season. I love shopping for presents and sending cards and baking cookies--my Christmas cookie parcels I gave away to the office collegues this year were particularly impressive, if I do say so myself. See?
I don't get tired of Christmas carols, I love all the concerts and tacky lights and my head just about pops off my shoulders every time I come up with a new excuse to visit the Christmas Box seasonal store and find new little cutesy decorations. Seriously, love for Christmas is very nearly a sickness with me.
But. There are a couple of things trying to Steal. My. Joy. and I'm going to just vent them and move on.
First. I really want companies that I do business with to stop giving me Christmas "presents" that aren't presents. Do not send me a card which says, "To say thank you this holiday season, we would like to give you...a chance to buy a new phone!" I'm looking at you, Virgin Media. Do not send me a thank you present of a free trial for my friends to get sucked into your services, Lovefilm. It just isn't cool.
Second. I am not cool with stores swindling people through the use of holiday decorations and wrappings. I'm particularly thinking about Lush here. I submit Exhibit A:
This is the Karma Bubble Bar:
And this is the holiday Bubble Bar Bling Crosby:
You know the difference? Glitter. Glitter and an extra 70 pence. You know what that is? That is a Holiday Swindle. Holiday Swindles try to steal my Christmas Joy.
Third and most serious vent. Those of you who have been around a long time may remember that last year my wreath was stolen. Well. My replacement wreath was stolen on Thursday. I've already replaced it and I will keep buying wreaths til the cows come home, if that is what it takes, but dammit--
Stop trying to steal my Christmas joy, peeps!
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