By Philip Briggs
Christmas comes; Christmas goes.
And if you’re reading this in January or March, it’s gone. In which case, you’re now existing in a festive-free world – perhaps similar to a Bergman filmscape, stripped back to baseline black and whites.
Although, as with the Christmas shop in the Cotswolds, which is open all year, I’d like to feel the various connotations are also open for debate all year. At least, that’s my case for you continuing to read on (and that’s the only sentence ending . . .
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