195: Merry Christmas

I don’t know what ‘Merry Christmas’ means (except I gather it has something to do with minor alcoholic intoxication - try typing that with your paws) but I have learned at Christmas time, it is mandatory to say it to anyone you meet or write to.

No, Christmas is still not here but the frenzy of excitement indicates it is imminent.

For some reason, my beans decided I should face Christmas in a shorn state …. my coat has been trimmed within an inch of its life.  

Why do this at what might be the coldest time of the year?

Don’t  ask me - it wasn’t my idea.

Perhaps there is a Christmas jumper coming.  That would be typically human - to remove a natural warming layer and replace it with an artificial one.  

Bur have you seen such things?  Tasteless isn’t satisfactorily damning enough.  Disgusting neither.  They are the kind of garments worn by third class TV ‘stars’ recruited as temporary presenters on ‘normal’ TV shows to fulfil their contractual obligation to provide a Christmas ‘special’. 

I’d rather be cold!

So, merry Christmas to you …. while I have an icy one.