Cape Town, My City.

The lights are lovely...

The festive season is over. Millions of turkeys around the world sacrificed their lives to gallantly fill our lunchboxes with leftovers for weeks to come. Countless pine trees fell to become bauble-holders for the great decoration-frenzied masses. Billions of tons of litter was created from wrapping paper, unwanted toys, broken champagne bottles and dead pine trees. The suicide and drunken driving rate was as high as ever and the economic crisis made presents a luxury, not a necessity, this year. But what a fantastic Christmas it was!

This was my second ever Christmas, as my faith does not celebrate the happy pleasures of the season. I lived in ignorant bliss until the day I received my first ever present from my girlfriend and from that point on I was hooked. She becomes a thousand times merrier over the festive season and it is this infectious bubble of delight which propels me throughout the remainder of the year. Great times really. My gift this year was a virtual guitar game for my Xbox. Happy memories come as standard. Her gift was procured through the magic of online shopping, the best way to secure any bargain.

The lunch itself was, to put it mildly, insanity of the highest level. Food filled the tables of my girlfriend’s uncle’s home. Drink flowed and many gifts were exchanged as I watched the madness unfold around me. I drank it all in much like eggnog [which I will never become fond of] and discovered the many intricacies of this much-loved and celebrated season. Here’s to next year.