... by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.
I know I've blogged about this before, albeit briefly, but today I wanted to dedicate a whole post to Husband dearest's (not so obvious) love/(more in evidence) hate relationship with Christmas.
For some reason known as the Bah Humbug type (perhaps it's the HAT though I have been informed that a more traditional one has been supplied thanks to one of his work colleagues who is determined he WILL enjoy Christmas), today I will set out to prove that this isn't altogether the case.
EVIDENCE A - Seasonal Films.
Two of his favourite films happen to be seasonal ones.ELF and MUPPETS CHRISTMAS CAROL. So they might not be up there in his top ten but he still has a copy and, what's more, watches them.
EVIDENCE B - Shopping AND Singing.
Whilst shopping for Christmas presents (OK so Internet shopping was unheard of at the time), singing along with shop tannoy Christmas songs (hard to believe I know but it's true) Husband dearest was approached by a woman who gave him 50p obviously thinking he was collecting for charity (I refuse to believe she was paying him to shut up.)
EVIDENCE C - The Tree (1998).Would someone who hated Christmas bother to decorate a tree with such care? Honestly you've no idea the time spent on this, hours and hours (and that's only getting the thing in it's pot straight). And though he would never admit to it, he can remember where we bought every decoration and refuses to buy a new star for the top because this was the very first Christmas decoration we bought as a married couple. (Now I really am ruining his reputation.)
EVIDENCE D - Playing Santa (1986).
Always someone who enjoys dressing up (but you don't want to know too much about that) Husband dearest has played Santa to various community groups over the years. Yes, he even played Santa this year ..... in JULY such is his enjoyment of the festive season.
EVIDENCE E - Christmas Cheer (1986).
Need I say more? I think I'll let this photo speak for itself -except to say that here he is full of (shall we say?) the Christmas 'spirit'.
I rest my case. Husband dearest isn't altogether anti-Christmas, he simply refuses to celebrate it in October/November/early December and dislikes all of the commercialisation involved as his latest BLOG ENTRY testifies.
So what do you, the jury, think - Husband dearest, guilty or not guilty of being a seasonal killjoy?