CHRISTMAS IS COMING & WHO'S GETTING FAT?

Well, I'm sorry to say it's that time of year again.

Call me a miserable cow if you like, I don't care.

I'm just aghast at the frantic spending, stressed out faces of shoppers and sales assistants alike.

I shot off to Morrisons this morning about 8.30 to get some food, thinking I would beat the crowds. No such luck. Rugby scrum would be fair description. Why? For one day of the year. The police with blue lights on parked vehicles parked in the middle of the road were trying to create order out of chaos with the traffic streaming into the city centre.

Puffing, panting, red faced women, heaving king sized heavily laden trolleys into the car park. When do they eat all that? How do they eat all that? Have they got room in the fridge and cupboards for it all?

What do I do at Christmas? I don't run round frantically looking for pressies. I don't fill the house (boat rather) to overflowing with food etc only to throw half of it in the bin, which is where I am sure the majority of it ends up.

I'm not a christian, it means nothing to me. And it's certainly lost it's meaning to many christians anyway. Luckily my family is of the same opinion so I don't feel pressured into conforming, lucky me.

I have a nice dinner of roast beef and yorkshire pud and a quiet day and I don't come out till its all over and done with.

So many people complain to me about Christmas, the stress, the work, the pressure and yet they still do it. If everyone toned it down a bit they'd be much happier.

Then they do it all again the following week for New year!

Christmas is coming and who's getting fat? Answer, Retailers, credit card companies, finance companies, banks.

Bah bloody humbug.

Kats :0)