Even Spiders Celebrate Christmas

It’s not fair – even spiders get to celebrate Christmas. It was the last straw, that sparkling web, glittering with frost – I nearly walked into it when I flounced out of the house this morning. Our boring house. Our boring house with no glitter or tinsel, not one tree, not even any Christmas cards this year. Dad says we can’t have any.

Ok, maybe Mum did go a bit overboard last year. There were lights strung all across the front of the house, lights that hung like curtains in the windows and flashed all different colours; a neon flashing Santa trying to get down the chimney, a life-sized Teletubby nativity scene across the lawn. Mum did it all herself – Dad didn’t have to lift a finger. She spent a whole weekend up a ladder and balancing from a harness on the roof. Granny says this is where women’s lib has got us.

In the end, Dad had to buy a parking permit because the Vegas Santa Sleigh and life-sized flashing reindeer took up the whole of the drive. But it was when he got the electricity bill that he really went mad – and that was before our lights fused the whole street on Christmas Day and nobody got any turkey unless they had a gas oven.

But it’s not Mum’s fault. It’s just Christmas fever. Even the spiders have got it.

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Alex Jury

Alex Jury

Alex Jury is a retired cowgirl, now working as a copywriter in London. She loves working with words but misses all the lassoing.
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