Le Tour pour Noel

I have been doing the traditional, once-yearly tour de France. Only it's not the tour de France, but rather le tour de Malte pour un joyeux Noel. Or something like that. I actually always like the idea at first, until a Christmas shop starts looming up. Then... I suddenly hate it. I hate these shops who pretend to be a Christmas village, when they're not. There's no real Santa in there. No real reindeer or even make-believe ones. There are just plastic baubles in gold, red, blue and silver. Not even glass baubles which I could cope with. And now shops want to seal my bag, including the strap as if I could steal anything by a strap. Humbug, people are turning nuts now. And while I remain very unimpressed, my boyfriend thinks he's in heaven and it's finally the time to buy all sorts of sparkly gadget just because it's Christmas. Men and Christmas. I guess it's ok to run wild and havoc because of all the lights. But come January it'll be a battle of wits as to who should pack all things up. Usually it's me. But this time it'll be different.