XXL Christmas

I devoured the last volume of the tetralogy Two friends Elena Ferrante's novel, delving into the story of Lila and Lenù in Naples over the last 50 years. Sitting by the fireplace in a house in the countryside, on vacation, I thought this must be very much like happiness. I was debating whether to close the book so it would last until the next day or continue (I never choose the first option) when I received a WhatsApp message urging me to write about the Christmas lights being switched on in Palma. Without work, I hadn't noticed what that day of theatrics with push buttons was, although I presumed that, given it was the People's Party (PP), they would have gone all out in the staging. Politicians like Christmas, but the right wing likes it even more. They want it on a grand scale. For example, the mayor of Palma has announced that he will spend 850,000 euros to revamp the parade. It's commendable that they're interested in providing better service to the public, especially since the masses (voters and non-voters alike) will take to the streets even if, among the floats, there's, I don't know, an EMT bus with a star on it. It happened when I was a child, and at that time I begged my mother never to punish me with that spectacle again. The magic of Christmas must be maintained at a minimum.

While the fire crackled, I heard the audio about the Christmas lights being switched on: "They're doing something shameful, something that has nothing to do with Christmas; there are people doing pole dance"Nothing to do with children. Very crazy, absurd. Gone, a load of crap." I clarified that I wasn't on duty and, therefore, it interested me about as much as if there had been a major power outage. Well, a blackout on the day of the lighting ceremony would have been quite amusing.

When did this Christmas frenzy begin? Vigo. Seville wanted to be Malaga. And Palma, I don't know who they're looking to for inspiration to keep the city dressed up for Christmas until the end of January, reusing the props for San Sebastian. The previous one. At this point, I would have even defended the puppeteers who, according to my friend, were making fools of themselves next to the mayor.