Crowds wait for their Communion, a sample of Rose wine.
Lines of people wait to shake hands with the Chip and Pin device.
Songs that once had meaning are now background noise.
God Bless the inventors of the Internet. For saving me from murdering swathes of shoppers with eyes blinkered. Seeing only what they might buy that they don't need, cutting out all surrounding humanity, etiquette and common sense. Christmas shouldn't make me as bloodthirsty as this!
Just imagine a silent night. Away from the crowds. With all you want to give your nearest and dearest dropping onto the mat in the morning. Courtesy of the champion postman. The new Santa Claus.
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