This Side of the Pond

Notes from an Uprooted Englishwoman

 

December 9, 2021



Something sinister is happening and I don't know what to do about it. Every time I walk into my office, there's a new piece of holiday detritus staring at me.

It started with a cardboard snowflake, leaning nonchalantly on a shelf as though it had always been there. I should have known better even at that early stage.

Innocent that I am, I left it where it was because I assumed someone had forgotten where they left it while planning out the office decorations for the year.

But then a length of plastic holly attached itself to my wall, followed by a ring of bells and a fuzzy light-up snowman....



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