It's that time of year.
Yet again, tradition dictates that we bring a tree indoors and give the cat a great excuse to shit in the house.
We just got a Christmas tree for the lounge and it got me thinking how this ever became normal. Imagine we visited an alien planet and discovered that once a year, the top of the evolutionary chain in this discovered world would bring a plant indoors, cover it with lights, plastic balls and sweet food produce. Quiz their sanity as they watch it die slowly over the following 10 days as the Dyson struggles to keep up with it's dropping foliage. Then, when it's completely dead, muse how they put it in a corner of the garden and hope one day a passing drunkard takes it off their little alien hands. I'm pretty certain this is the prime reason we've yet to see life outside of our own, crazy, tree-hugging world.
I know that sounds a bit Anti Christmas (not Santa's sister), which isn't me at all. I love Christmas, the smell of the tree (when not concocted with cat poo), and everything else to do with this merry season. Amen.
We just got a Christmas tree for the lounge and it got me thinking how this ever became normal. Imagine we visited an alien planet and discovered that once a year, the top of the evolutionary chain in this discovered world would bring a plant indoors, cover it with lights, plastic balls and sweet food produce. Quiz their sanity as they watch it die slowly over the following 10 days as the Dyson struggles to keep up with it's dropping foliage. Then, when it's completely dead, muse how they put it in a corner of the garden and hope one day a passing drunkard takes it off their little alien hands. I'm pretty certain this is the prime reason we've yet to see life outside of our own, crazy, tree-hugging world.
I know that sounds a bit Anti Christmas (not Santa's sister), which isn't me at all. I love Christmas, the smell of the tree (when not concocted with cat poo), and everything else to do with this merry season. Amen.
