Crisp my aged companion and I were out walking and looking up she saw the elf.
“Well there’s someone with a axe to grind,” she remarked.
“How so?” I asked.
“They’ve crucified the elf.”
Crisp had made it clear she wasn’t much into Christmas and in recent days we had been surrounded by all things Christmas.
She was more your Scrooge than Father Christmas.
“Look at it,” she’d say, “all that expense on decorations, lights and what have you when there are starving children in Africa.”
“But its been a tough year,” was my reply, “restrictions and all the worry of Covid, maybe people need the opportunity to celebrate.”
“You may be right, but it’s a whole lot of humbug if you are ask me. I take your point. Just don’t be getting above yourself. It’s not often you are right.”
I had to agree with that.