The high streets around me are all deocrated with holiday lights.

Some lights are now dense enough to look like lightning bolts shooting up the mountainside.

The nearby resorts have wrapped their trees in lights and hauled out the oversized XMAS props.

It's time for everyone to acquire that alcholic glow and walk among fake cotton balls of snow and feel for a moment like he is in heaven.

It's time to go through the motions of cultural traditions because we have nothing better to do.