Wow Pasko na! At dito sa London super shopping ang mga tao. Kung may formal survey lang it will most probably show that there are at least 5 plastics being swiped in a single high street shop every 5 minutes — probably more if the buyer bought less than 3 items!

Siempre may attempts din to celebrate the reason for Christmas. There are posters everywhere that shows Jesus in a “modern” light. I can’t find the link to show you what they look like but one showed baby Jesus in the common red background as Che Guevarra’s. The slogan says “Who is the modern hero?”.

Then in my neighbourhood, the RC Church has been busy giving away pamphlets detailing the week long celebration with carols, fairs & the mass schedule up to New Year.

There are twinkling lights everywhere, even in my lounge.

Ilang araw na lang Pasko na. I miss hearing Gary V’s “Pasko na sinta ko” but if I do I’d probably cry. How I wish we can celebrate Christmas & New Year back home. Home is Nueva Ecija, Philippines. Oh well what can you do ‘eh?

So sige Merry Christmas na at Happy 2006 na din. Next year, bagong buhay, bagong pagsubok, bagong lakas.

We dragged our extended family down to Earl’s Court to frolic in the man-made Santa Land. Yes we succumbed to commercialisation & bought the over-priced ticket to see a fat guy in a suit. It was worth it!

My son’s lack of afternoon nap keeps on threatening to become a tantrum. But thankfully he was enjoying everything he saw that the tears never came. He was easily distracted to cry. And he even managed to hug Santa! But he also grabbed a kid’s balloon. He’s in the ‘me/mine-stage’.

Now that’s finished it’s time to start the Xmas shopping — for food & gifts. I dread it. It’s difficult to find time now. There’s no Woolworths or Marks & Spencers (i like them because they have 3for2 offers) near enough to do any shopping during lunchbreaks (unlike last year @ my former place). So it has to be done this weekend & the next.

Christmas decorations needs to be started, too. But first I think my husband needs a push to get in the attic. I’ve been telling (read: nag) him to get up there for weeks now. But I’ll put off doing the tree until the week of the 25th. Otherwise my toddler will, either:
(a) rip the tree & decors apart;
(b) get buried under the tree itself;
(c) all of the above.

Lots to do & the air is thick with excitement & anxiety. The plastics are being swiped left & right. The high streets are thick with people, the Mayor of London will probably impose a fast & slow lane again.

I’ll probably be in veggie state on Boxing Day.