Don't you love those gorgeously nostalgic sounds of this time of year? ching-a-ling, ding-a-ling Yes, cash registers. You and your multinational can haul your hairy, debt-ridden butt into profit with a wonderful festive season, where festive means lots of people spending money they don't have on things they don't like for people they probably don't care about much anyway.
Don't you love those fantastic decorations that bring the gloomy mid-winter days to life? tinsel-glitter, sparkle-flutter Yes, presents. A fancy electronic gadget for you under the tree of symbolic paganism. After four months, or two if the bastard didn't give you the latest games to go with it, you will discard this item of modern thumb-torture because, gee, it's just so out of date. But don't despair. Another chance for your parents to buy you off instead of interact with you will come around all too soon.
Don't you love all those lush, traditional, sumptuous smells of the season? whiff-of-cream, sizzle-of-roast Yes, gluttony. Please sit down to a feast of excess, put on your funny hat and pull a cracker to kick-start a smorgasboard of heart-attack specialities. This food tastes so good because, frankly, poverty stinks and we give thanks to the baby Jesus that all the poor people in the world are a long way away.