TUESDAY, 25 DECEMBER 2012
Christmas Day is a bit like life.
If a whole table full of food is prepared on the 25th day of the twelfth month of the year, a special tree is dragged into the living room and festooned with lights and small disco balls and dolls and stars, toys are bought and wrapped in colourful paper for the children, a few songs are sung, and all gathered together eat themselves into a new weight division, and laugh and joke around and chat, then it’s “Christmas”.
If you don’t do these things, it’s only the 25th day of what is coincidentally the twelfth month of the year.
So it is with life.