A SLICE OF MY LIFE
DECKING THE HALLS
Tinsel. Baubles. Christmas trees. Such ridiculous notions and a complete waste of money. Trees are meant to be burned and then very rarely. My clerk, Cratchit, acts sometimes as if we should light a fire, even on days when the Thames hasn’t frozen over. The extravagance of some people.
CHRISTMAS PARTIES
My nephew throws an annual party. He also wishes people a ‘Merry Christmas’, whether or not they have settled their debts. My old employer, Fezziwig, did the same. It seems a rather extravagant diversion from work. Once you start having fun, they expect you to do it all the time. Who needs that burden? It would be like dragging chains around for all eternity.