Christmas means Christmas

Christmas is traipsing outside, pulling comical faces at the window - there's only so much you can take. I fancy going to the Supreme Court to attempt to reschedule Christmas for March 2019; y'know change the face of consumerism and tradition as we know it - but Christmas means Christmas... this is deficient of fanfaronade, and straight to the point.

There are festivities too, the ubiquitous 'Costa' thermal takeaway cup had a festive knitted make-over, as if kitted out by wool loving Trinny Woodall, well, it's getting colder; or I am getting older...  I've already had a spontaneous Christmas jingle gleefully sung down the line, naturally, I became less stressed and immediately thought Christmas means Christmas...  there's no escaping it. I really should treat the festive spirit as if it's a much needed hot bath, just shut the eyes and slip into a blissful trance.

If I was being finicky I'd prefer St Nicholas to make an impromptu appearance; to put the case forward that Christmas means Christmas...  something like: "Good day to you all, it has come to my attention that the meaning of Christmas means Christmas should be enough, by explaining Christmas, we all could lose the true meaning of Christmas meaning Christmas, and so I've come here today to advocate Christmas means Christmas, admittedly it's unusual for me to come out before December but traditions and jobs are at stake here... think of the little people, and cherry nosed reindeer, they need to get out once in a while, plus it's vital that the flying dust is used up before the expiry date."  Naturally, St Nicholas can't relay much detail on the premise it's a magical time and the spell would be compromised if all was scrutinised in parliament, it'll take too long; possibly the magic therefore cannot be triggered. Worth noting that the majority of the UK populous voted for it last time by spending money they haven't got and so Christmas should be respected; 52% of the nation wants to trigger the magic.

Generally, I rarely go against the will of the nation, but when you come across questions like: Do you feel that Christmas starts too early?  Every aspect of festivity requires the eye of scrutiny and deserves sensible debate, its part of living in a democracy. One percent of me says... 'let bygones be bygones' - let consumerism grab every morsel bit of opportunism, let their commercial campaigns roll on and on so we can plan ahead. Festive planning surely should be encouraged; I've unwisely mentioned to my nieces to populate their wish-lists... their eyes sparkled in anticipation. The other 99% of yours truly can see the hardship of what Christmas brings, poverty for several months - disgustingly their crime... wanting to offer something special for their loved ones at Christmas. Inadvertently, commercialization triggers a financially compromised future for many demographics. We may have got what we wished for the short term; albeit, the long term prospects equate to debt and degeneracy. I'm sure to relay that 52% of the nation would trigger the magic wand and wave away the fiscal reality of what comes from Christmas meaning Christmas that I am certain.

Just text this expensive premium rate number and 'ITV' will pay for your Christmas!' Indeed, this sounds familiar, the nature of commercialization lures you in, and like the Diablo, without heed spits you out, apart from one lucky winner; who's generally financially secure, has an abode and is bubbly enough to appear eternally grateful. Don't get duped or buy into Christmas campaigns... sadly, they're recycled via media frenzy trickery, yes, it's very easy to be mesmerized by the joy and glamour of retail campaign presentations - again, far more complex than the phone-hacking scandals of the past. Why I feel a parliamentary debate may create new reforms surrounding Christmas meaning Christmas. Why not ask questions such as: should Turkey automatically be your default diet at Christmas? And surely the season to be jolly should not just be designated for the end of the year? Humanity deserves a smidgen more fun than that! 

The average lifespan with get merely 160 days of joy, and that's pushing it, because for the majority Christmas is stressful. I'm all for celebrating births, but I am left perplexed at celebrating one annually; especially a divine entity who was a product of a miracle conception. I feel I am paying child support for this babe in the manger as have the whole of humanity since this remarkable story, and there I was thinking that only three kings should offer gifts (as stated in the nativity) and then send them to St Nicholas to do his magical sleigh ride on the night of December 24th. Presents only for the new-borns though, who popped out into haphazardous conditions without a nurse or midwife present. To celebrate this wondrous miracle, we put tinsel bunting up two months prior to the event, in festive anticipation... this is merely being another oddity, part of the parcel of Christmas meaning Christmas I suppose; (furthermore, to add more confusion no-one knows the actual date of birth); on the grounds, databases were not reliable 2K years ago.

So, indirectly Christmas may not mean Christmas et al. I could be successful in going to the Supreme Court in an attempt to cancel or postpone Christmas, purely of the de facto, that Christmas could be reversed due minor technicalities... that reindeer don't fly and 'miracle conceptions' aren't a regular occurrence - I hear a sharp intake of breath. Would the High Office judges be deemed, enemies of the people if Christmas was kicked into the long grass? Then again, via terminology 'Christmas meaning Christmas' is as ambiguous as it gets, so parliament could be voting on something odiously trivial, such as: "Will brussels be exempt from all Christmas dinners, of the view they're totally unsociable and galvanizes a... trump?" 

Once a trump has been triggered, everything becomes decidedly unsavoury even an 'Apple Merkel' and a 'Chocolate Tusk.' What the Supreme Court could do is roll back time pre- 1650s and dissolve the heinous UK parliamentary sovereignty with decent quality lemon and vinegar, presumably. Claiming that 'Christmas means Christmas' is neither in the public interest nor has a direct impact on British Citizens per se, what's twelve days when a year is three hundred and sixty five days; this equates to less than 3% of impact; the reality is... 'Christmas meaning Christmas' will affect us way beyond 3% and it does more-so, if you add two months to the equation, a cunning plan to trigger Christmas indeed.

My quest for postponing Christmas (or have 'Christmas Lite,' rather than 'Hard Christmas' which simply means have it for an allotted time only);  may go to the highest court of all, i.e. European Court of Justice thereafter - devised by the Treaty of Paris (1951). I'm fundamentally aware that via exposing Christmas as a bigoted villain, which was an accomplice to inhumane crimes over the centuries may cause distress and worse still, compromise an incalculable number of investments, and occupations - thus, at least we'll have our non-festive sanity, as it was in Victorian Times. Something the 'ECJ' can collectively conclude without any bias whatsoever, on the pretense; the main cardinal legal principle is not bound by a contract or treaty until agreement has been reached, prior to pressing Rudolph's red nose. One problem, it seems only 'Father Christmas' can trigger Christmas... notably, St Nicholas has only received letters he has never managed to respond to any correspondences, allegedly due to time restrictions, I blamed the Turkish education system back in 280 AD of the notion that was when St Nicholas was educated; surprisingly, he died in 343 AD; hence, it appears Christmas is suffuse with fabulists and impostors, which is altogether tragic for those who believe in; 'Christmas means Christmas.'

Tinsel Frown

Naturally, by being a whistle-blower for the good of man kind, I am led to yodel everything about Christmas will be irreversible, regardless of what Brussels state... and therefore sadly it'll inevitably make British Citizenship less likely to be granted human rights directly via the 'European Communities Act' (1972). Yep, a dilution of rights. What may transgress thereafter has the hallmarks of a modern era despot, far worse than stomaching tinsel frown in October. Having witnessed 'Costa' staff discussing the appalling audio conditions they're forced to work under; in this case, the torture of Frosty the Snowman -  I heard Silvia blurt out: "I wanna already pour an extra hot Mocha over 'Frosty's' head."

No one in the vicinity anxiously shouted out in approval of Frosty; 'Christmas means Christmas' - although, perhaps this is evidence of the silent majority, they're too busy clandestinely humming while shopping on their handsets.  I'm hopeful that in the future our young adults will eventually take over and pour an extra hot Mocha onto the head of Frosty consumerism and that question of: Do you feel that they are premature preparations or a good way to get ahead? Are replaced with more pressing worldly concerns such as: does brussels make you trump?'