...That was the Worst Christmas Ever!

No, we're really looking forward to coming home. It's just that London Christmas is... a little weird now that we're here all the time.

First there's the blatant manufacturing of Christmas by corporate entities.

At our local grocery store for instance they've hired choirs to serenade us. Actual singing people dressed in black and holding sheets of music. Charming I guess. But a little awkward when its real people singing right as you walk by them with your cart, and not just an overhead recording.

The worst was last weekend when Grace and I went out and about. It hasn't snowed in London for close to a decade, or so I hear. Not on Oxford street, though.

If you look carefully you can see a little guy on the roof carefully manufacturing Christmas cheer by blowing fake snow out onto the street. Is this what we can expect in the future, if global warming takes off?

Finally, take a look at this sad sight.



There's been no snow for a decade and certainly not enough for sledding down the one or two big grassy hills in central London. So, what have they done? They've built a hill out of wood and covered it in a slick tarp. Have fun kids. Just £1 or £2 pounds for a chance to go sledding during Christmas time!

The big fake sledding hill is part of Hyde Park's "Winter Wonderland." It's got a big ferris wheel, a ride based on "The Snowman" and lots of little stalls selling Christmas stuff. But something looks out of place...



It's a haunted house.
For Christmas.

And that's Santa hanging from the rafters.

That was the worst Christmas ever.