“Gifts”. I hate that word. To me it implies a small piece of trash that nobody wants and which is only ever bought for someone else.
Over the last couple of months, my occasional wanders around our local discount store have become more and more depressing. They’ve created a little grotto entirely given over to outdoor Christmas lights and musical Santas.
I suppose what I find most hideous isn’t the sparkly, dancing Santa in fur trimmed robe but the thought that some poor underpaid and exploited sod in China had to make that horrible thing. All that time and effort expended in making something that nobody really wants and certainly nobody needs.
I suppose it keeps the world economy functioning, but if anyone was thinking of getting me a tinsel wrapped box of unpleasantly scented bath soaps, please don’t.