Wait, I thought it was Summer.

I know we haven't had a great summer. Well no, that is putting it lightly. To be honest it has been shit and currently I hate England for its unfulfilled promise of sun. In summer. Never mind, I had a week holiday and I'm grateful of gaining some Vitamin D into my skin. But however terrible the weather is (and winterlike), there is no excusing this...

Piss off Santa, come back at Christmas.

 

This was a picture taken at Harrods in July, a full 151 days before the big Christmas Day. Who decided this would be a good idea, a grotto in July? Whoever made this terrible decision should be hung from the ceiling by tinsel and beaten by Santa's elves, until those 151 days are up. Who wants to visit Santa's grotto in July? That Santa must have the easiest job in the world... sit on his ass, eat mince pies, and say 'Ho Ho Ho' for about 120 days before he suddenly becomes busy in December. Lucky bastard.

This blog was spurred on by me walking into a card shop today, the 23rd of August, to be confronted by Christmas cards. I mean, where does it end? Shall we just keep Christmas cards in card shops all year round, snuggled inbetween 'New Baby' and 'Sorry your leaving'? Why even take Christmas cards into the stockroom, you'll be putting them back out in a couple of months. The classic crooning of 'I wish it could be Christmas...every daaaayyyyy' may come true boys and girls, just give it 20 years.

Thankfully for everyone I decided against doing my first video blog on this topic, it would have been very moany and shown me in a terrible light.

Unfortunately that light is my usual light HA!