Festive

You think the metallic smell of tinsel is intoxicating and keep walking past the lengths of it that are draped around the office, slowly. You think the "V" in TV stands for something other than "vision". You think you smelt French Fancies as you entered the room, but you hope it is the special winter version, cakes covered in snow. You ask to be sent a robin through the post, a slightly damaged tree decoration that you remember from your childhood. You are still convinced that "No Surprises" is a Christmas song. You have nothing planned for New Year, but for the first time since you became aware of celebrating, you are not sure it really matters.