I REALISED when I went into the post office to inquire how much to send a large envelope, which took me 45 minutes, that unfortunately it was this time of the year, yes Christmas, or the celebration of consumer gullibility by the mass producers. When Sant

I REALISED when I went into the post office to inquire how much to send a large envelope, which took me 45 minutes, that unfortunately it was this time of the year, yes Christmas, or the celebration of consumer gullibility by the mass producers.When Santa comes down the chimney and money goes up in smoke, it will mean that millions of people will put themselves further into debt.I then walked into the High Street to buy a bag of humbugs, remembering to avoid the hooligans flouting the law on their bicycles, whereupon I was subjected to this awful piped music, Jingle Bells, Silent Night (I only wish), Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer - he would certainly have one if he came anywhere near me, then we had to listen to Bing Crosby's White Christmas, in the lyrics he sings 'with every Christmas card I write'. Under today's madness it would be more appropriate 'with ever credit card'. No wonder his last hit was a golf ball. The music continued to churn out more ghastly sounds with one title 'I wish it could be Christmas every day', I mean can you imagine that, it's bad enough once a year. Who in the name of sanity ever invented a title like that? Can it get any worse I asked myself, it was bad enough in the summer when there was a trumpet player in front of a microphone, forcing us to listen to his morbid rendition of the Old Wooden Cross.I can't wait until next June when they ban smoking in public places, I shall campaign to stop piped music in public places at this time of the year, yes Christmas, the time of year when people bring trees into their houses and leave starving people out on the streets.V M DRAWVia e-mail