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You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town!

I don’t know why, but I’ve always found that song creepy. Take away the catchy jingle behind it and look at the lyrics. He’s coming, you need to beware. He watches you when you’re asleep and he knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been naughty or good (I wonder what his definition of “good” is, since it’s all subjective).

This year I’m excited for Christmas, as I get to go home again. I live 2 hours away from where I grew up, and that’s not far to travel, I rarely go back except for the odd visit. But Christmas is always a big deal in our immediate family, and it would be a crime to miss it.

One thing I don’t miss or get excited for are the Christmas movies. They bring out the same tired rubbish each year at this time. Why are Christmas movies so cheesy? Why are the so… American?

New Zealand has Christmas in the summer. It’s more common to cook our Christmas dinners on the barbecue than in the oven. Yet our pictures of Christmas are the snow covered fields, while everyone gathers around the open fire to roast chestnuts.

Not to mention the end of every Christmas movie/TV special: “Look, it’s snowing”. Snow in winter, big deal. Now if we walked outside and it was snowing,  I’d definitely be calling that a miracle. Snow in summer, there’s a skill.