Gidi Christmas

                             

It's almost Christmas here in Gidi, and you'd think it's all about red and white splashes of colour, and white bearded red-suited old men laughing, Ho, Ho, Ho! well, Christmas in Gidi is not all that.

Here in Gidi, Christmas is a lot different: First off, Christmas counts down. It counts down from when your girlfriend says, "Honey, Did you know next month is Christmas?"

Then you know, and you begin all the financial deductions that the season brings with it: money for your mum, sisters, brothers, gifts for friends, relations, wife, and of course for your girlfriend.

She is the one who reminded you, after all.

Then there's the firecrackers. Even though it's been banned, somehow it always manages to find it's way into the market and everywhere you look, it heralds Christmas day.

Here in Gidi, Christmas is celebrated by everyone: Christians, Moslems and pagans, without anyone leaning towards what the season itself actually means.

To them it means eating, drinking and partying. . . like you can't party on any other day. Guess it's a day we all get to run amok ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

Oh, yes, let's not forget the play that goes on behind the sheets. It's a season where boy meets girl, where hand-holding couples are seen walking around, visiting funspots. . .

. . . And generally pretending as if they're still going to be together in the next year. . .

Damn! Gotta go. . .

It's CHRISTMAS!!!

And I gotta go get me some loving.

MERRY CHRISTMAS Everyone!!!