By KATHY WILSON
For a small item, my niece’s favourite Christmas gift made a lot of noise as it shattered on the concrete floor this morning.
It was being returned to her, (at 90 kms per hour) by her sister, who really, really wanted more time with it.
You know how some toys don’t actually have a name but everyone knows what it is? This was one of those. It has 2 rectangular metal plates joined together by small, silver, double headed nails . It is designed (I don’t really know why) to take the imprint of anything put against it. Everyone has one or at least everyone has a great aunt that has one.
For days, this toy, whose popularity took everyone by surprise, recorded the imprint of happy smiling faces and poked out, well fed tongues. It sat, right in the middle of piles of wrapping paper, skateboards and new bikes. It was there through the speeches and feasting and wet, dripping kids as they trooped back in from the beach, tired and happy
But today, as I watched it sail across the room on its way to its doom I really understood that Christmas is over.
As of today, it seems, reality has resumed its regular programming.
Almost as if they are being woken from a deep sleep, people around the country are shaking their heads slightly to clear them, assessing the damage that has been done to credit cards and wondering if maybe there might be a way to make 2013 more meaningful.