November 4, 2012 by hattersleysmith
After a weekend of meth-ball, flame throwers, a dieselled bonfire, a rocket-rammed suzuki and exploding pumpkins, I’m left with that surrounded-by-family-and-friends glow, a few lbs on the hips too many and the warm lingering taste of mulled wine. The annual Smith Bonfire sparkled on until the early hours and has, if it’s not too much of a faux pas, pumped me for an even more sparkly Christmas. The shops are already glittering with tinsel, charity cards and that dingdong playlist (that one that drives shop-floor staff insane by late November) which rings out to contented shoppers, the Christmas puddings are on the shelves and the twinge inspiring early-present buying is stirring.
A lot of people in this world are haters (a fact capitalised on by a recent Marmite campaign). However, personally I love the post-bonfire twinkle of Yuletide nomness, autumn being my favourite time of year. The leaves are tanning and crinkling underfoot, ice puddles are ready for the jump-on and candles are to flicker rooms into that romantic warm-winter-evening-snuggle glow, the outrageously warm knitwear is donned, cheeks are pinked in the breathe-in-and-it-feels-like-you’ve-crunched-an-extra-strong-mint air and the stodged-up puddings are served. Winning.
Christmas is awesome, why not string it out? I think the haters who think it’s all too early, that it’s wishing their lives away, that it’s unneccesary and a retail-scam are a load of scrooges. Yes, it might be a tad premature to whack out ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree’ when we haven’t even cheered off mid-way-through-Michaelmas-term, but I believe that the long build up to Christmas isn’t just about the one day of Turkey, crackers and the Queen’s speech, it’s all about the extra smiles, the huggles, the warm wintery food, the bookishness-by-the-fireness, the walks by the river, the radiator-upping and the oversized coats the whole season inspires.
I love autumn.
Must’ve been the mulled wine…