30/11

The last day of the month, and possibly my last day of employment at the supermarket. I’m a bit nervous I suppose, but I’m not really sure why. I’m sick of the place, and I don’t care if they sack me on the spot, but even so… I might need a reference in the New Year, and I’d rather it didn’t contain the phrase ‘We fired him for attacking a customer.’ Plus, they are genuinely good people on the whole, and I don’t want to leave on bad terms. So a herd of rabid butterflies has decided to nest in my intestines..

To distract me from the imminent disciplinary proceedings, I have returned to my old friend haiku, and present for your enjoyment some Advent-inspired musings…

Will Father Christmas
Bring me all that I ask for?
Or just some more socks?

When my mum was here
Christmas was just about booze
Now it’s about fun

If the myths are true
About Scotland and New Year
I might be ill soon..

O Star of Wonder
Were you a guide to Christ’s bed?
Or just a bright light?

Chestnuts on a fire
Songs that make you feel festive
Cliff Richard is God

I don’t want presents
Just an hour with Girls Aloud
Dressed as Santa’s elves

At this Christmastime
I wish Peace to all, except
Jamie Oliver

RC 30-11-09