Thanks to the baby who brought us all home
* After all that, the lights of the tree still have a sparkle; but I doubt very much whether the eyes of my bank manager will have one when he sees the state of my account after the spending of the last few days.
I'm wondering how an infant born into swaddling clothes, in a manger on the side of the road, could have become the catalyst for such an explosion of consumerism.
The thing is I don't regret a bit of it. Giving is a win-win. Somebody gets something they have wanted, and I share their pleasure.