Christmas comes but once a year, and it is just as well in my case. I don't know what category you fall into - Pioneer abstainer, vegan pagan or, like me, blathered blogger; it's difficult to avoid the stuff even if you wanted to.
You see, on the left, a picture taken of a Tesco trolley destined for Gombeen Manor. Well, you've got to have some booze there in case someone drops in, don't you? It would be rude otherwise.
But isn't that what Christmas is all about, as an older Gombeen Nation post attests? "Christmas", albeit with different names, existed this time of year among the ancients, long before the Christians (and other religious deceivers) came along and attempted to take all the fun out of it.
I remember as a kid finally teasing out from my Old Dear that Santa didn't exist. The next logical question was "what about God?". "YES, HE DOES!" was the unequivocal reply.
So you see, you can believe whatever brand of nonsense you want. For my part, I'm off for another beer or two before the Leeds United v Blackpool match kicks off.
Another example of the misery that blind faith can bring...
Merry Christmas - in every sense.
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