But at least it's got some snow there - like it did in Nazareth eh? It's a significant part of the idea of Christmas isn't it. So where did that come from? I mean at what point did the whole thing become about reindeer, and somehow be linked to a nativity thing?
Over here, the spirit of Christmas is probably Vodka or Gin. It doesn't have the same kind of feel as it does in Europe, and I imagine the US. But it's ALL pretty much a fabricated thing, like Mothers day, Fathers day, Great Auntie Ethel's day or what ever day they happen to be pushing.
Last weekend, presumably with the intention of getting into the spirit of Christmas, a young couple went to a party further down our street. They got pissed (or at least he did) and then proceeded to have a row. She left, he followed and by the time they'd got to the bit of the street outside our house, it was sounding like she was going to get hurt. Daile, calling me as she went out, interceded and I went out to make sure she was OK. There were tears from him, threats of suicide from him, histrionics from him, and feigned violence from him. Daile got the girl in her car and took her home. I stayed and managed to avoid getting hit, unlike our letter box which he kicked and broke at the point that it came out of it's concrete base whilst telling me that I'm a faggot! 'Nothing wrong with that love' I crooned at him as he swayed back towards the party...
After Daile got back, we tried to justify our behaviour to ourselves. We wondered why it was only us that had done anything. Before they got to us, they'd walked screaming past lots of houses. 3 doors up from us lives a police man... where was he? Opposite from us there is a house that MUST have heard. But only Daile and I responded, without thought for our own safety. Are we stupid?
The following day, the man from over the road came over. He said that if we needed to press charges for damage to our car (which the guy had kicked) or our letter box, he'd seen it all and could back us up. He explained that had something happened, he'd have been straight out to help. We thought how nice that he'd stayed behind his curtains at the time, whilst I faced the drunk (but very fit) boy alone. Today Daile had a conversation with another neighbour (about four houses further up the street) and She said that they'd seen the whole thing too, and so had the police man! Where were they then?
So THAT's what they mean by neighbourhood watch here! Ha ha... or should that be Ho Ho?
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