Went to Frankie Tomatto's for the annual staff party.
Oh! It's just the best place - no waiting, the most amazing array of Italian food, Christmassy deco all around (we were served by elves) and . . . best of all? No music! Just the sound of diners slurping, chomping, giggling, googling, sipping and smirking and every other word in a thesaurus that is a synonym for gastronomic mayhem.
Not even a coverwham, that dirty, dirty wannabewham.
But meanwhile I'm playing wham-o-lette (or whatever the registered trademark for this game is) on the radio - keeping it tuned to a Christmas music station and actually enjoying immersing myself in the ambiance that a large part of our collective consciousness is wallowing in right now - the spirit of Christmas, the Season of Giving, of good Cheer and Goodwill to Man, of gratefulness, reflection and thanksgiving whatever culture, creed, or (heaven forbid it still exists) caste.
Wham is then the symbol of the anti-Christmas - and yet, in its self-destructive way is also the symbol of Hope - the message of Christmas itself; 'Last Christmas sucked' - but this time it's going to be 'special.'
On that note, I would like to remind many of you that Christmas is a time that depression runs rampant, the feeling of being left out, or a nobody, eating into the very souls of those who stand to stare through the shop-windows longingly or glance at lovers arm in arm or spot a bright Christmas tree in a home full of laughing people.
Be not the lonely one this Christmas. Be the one who is there to give - whether of time, money or self.
Or even just a whamming - with love.