I normally get a bit frustrated with the commercialisation of Christmas; carols playing in September, lights up from August, freelance Santa Clauses job-hunting from June… but this year, due to my ongoing refusal to shop on any high street, I’ve not really noticed anything.

In part to help recover from post-holiday anticlimaxia (a well known condition), I have bought the Barenaked Ladies holiday album, which I listened to on the way in to work this morning.

Made me smile.

Of course, I then noticed the second Christmas thing of the season… An Ann Summers windowfront with a Sexy Santarina in it. It seemed somehow apt.