Jingle Bells

I can't say i'm overjoyed at the thought of snow. It falls heavily from the grey skies and engulfs the roads and pavements with cold.

Grey cement and black tar are bleached and buried under a freeze. Cars skid and people slip. The shops take advantage of this and wait for festive seasons to come to sell of their best shoes. As decorative trees come up, the people venture out in the cold. Off to High Street, Oxford Street to empty their wallets and fill up their shopping bags.

It's all in the thought - the meaning

That's the only way everyone consoles themselves into buying gifts of notoriously high prices. People exit shops with their bodies overweighed by the heavy bags of over-the-top items which they have purchased. Ridiculously colourful lights hang overhead and flicker as if giving up under the weight of the snow which has clung to it. Nothing seems to make any sense this month - December - it's like everyone has gone into coplete dysfunction.

This is Christmas