Rant, part II
Oct. 13th, 2007 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12It's October now, and I'm sure everyone has seen those articles in the newspaper grumbling about how Christmas decorations are coming out now, and how ridiculous it is. (These articles seem to appear before the decorations, but anyway...) Well, I'm annoyed about another harbinger of Christmas appearing too early. (This may be a bit Canberra-specific.)
Every year, these trees that seem to ring the ovals of every school I've ever attended, started to let their seeds fly into the wind. These seeds look sort of like clumps of transparent cotton wool, if you can imagine it. Anyway, they would fly all around Canberra, and kids everywhere (at least at every school I went to) would try to catch them in their hands. We called them 'Santa Clauses'. You see, if you caught a Santa Claus, you were meant to wish for what you wanted for Christmas and then release it. (I think that the Santa Clauses got their name from the fact that they had a passing resemblance to a white beard).
I don't know if it's connected to the drought, or global warming, but for some reason, the Santa Clauses are flying around *now*. That is, October. Does anyone realise how *wrong* that is? What's the point of wishing for Christmas presents in October? The coolness of the Santa Clauses was how a bunch of primary school children managed to find an imaginative connection between the regular patterns of nature, and the regular patterns of their year. Now that connection is broken. Well, that's what happens with childhood, I suppose. Its symbols become corrupted.
Oh well.
*grabs a passing Santa Claus and wishes for a stack of books*
Every year, these trees that seem to ring the ovals of every school I've ever attended, started to let their seeds fly into the wind. These seeds look sort of like clumps of transparent cotton wool, if you can imagine it. Anyway, they would fly all around Canberra, and kids everywhere (at least at every school I went to) would try to catch them in their hands. We called them 'Santa Clauses'. You see, if you caught a Santa Claus, you were meant to wish for what you wanted for Christmas and then release it. (I think that the Santa Clauses got their name from the fact that they had a passing resemblance to a white beard).
I don't know if it's connected to the drought, or global warming, but for some reason, the Santa Clauses are flying around *now*. That is, October. Does anyone realise how *wrong* that is? What's the point of wishing for Christmas presents in October? The coolness of the Santa Clauses was how a bunch of primary school children managed to find an imaginative connection between the regular patterns of nature, and the regular patterns of their year. Now that connection is broken. Well, that's what happens with childhood, I suppose. Its symbols become corrupted.
Oh well.
*grabs a passing Santa Claus and wishes for a stack of books*
