Isle Like No Other
<p>Although you are reading this in February, aren’t you so glad that Christmas comes but once a year? No prejudice to the seasonal holiday; in fact, I mark it – well, reli-giously. But it’s all that commercial stuff, which prises open your jaw, and crams your mouth full of food, drink and other consumables until you’ve had it up to here.</p> <p>And before you regurgitate that sentiment, let me confess that if there’s one thing more barf inducing than crass commercialism at Christmastime, it’s the pious hypo-crites who lament the passing of reason.</p>
By Kasun Basuriya
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