Monday 25 December 2017

Christmas day in the workhouse

Christmas Day? Someone will have to put a crib together. In Oaxaca, Mexico, the 23rd in La Noche de los Rábanos = Radishes Eve.  Years ago they had a glut or radishes, some of which had grown into hilarious anthropomorphic shapes and ever since the plain people of Oaxaca have been 'improving' the unnatural shapes as sculpture: as this nativity scene.

If you want to play Isn't Bob [insert name here] Clever, try:
Christmas day in the workhouse a long angry polemic about haves and have-nots maybe more relevant now than when written - summary excerpt:
"Yes, there, in a land of plenty, 
Lay a loving woman dead, 
Cruelly starved and murdered 
for a loaf of the parish bread; 
At yonder gate, last Christmas, 
I craved for a human life, 
You, who would feed us paupers, 
What of my murdered wife!"
So, if you have two rissoles to rub together on this day be sure to give thanks. All the rest is icing on the cake. Cake? why didn't I get any cake?
Happy Hols

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