Xmas at the Marketplace is colour
and light and the noise of children
having a good time – smiling faces,
excited voices and awe for Santa
and his promise of presents.
Walking around with John Lennon’s Happy Xmas
going through my head when really lyrics from
Imagine would be more appropriate – ‘Imagine
all the people, living life in peace.’
It’s a place where people meet and
greet and pass news and observations
before parting with the wish for a happy Xmas.
The contrast between worlds. Northern shoppers
wearing raincoats, beanies and jumpers. Here
in the south people casual in shirts, hats and shorts.
Then there’s the shops – you can get everything from
clothes to cosmetics, jewellery and beauticians, music to
postage stamps, scan pans to handbags, nails done
and eyes checked, groceries to wine for the turkey
and beer for the barbie.
At the book sale I opened The Christmas Story book where
Gabriel talks to Mary and says ‘He is the son of God
and you will call him Jesus.’ And we did.
Went past Santa’s cave and he was out of his seat.
I said hello and shook his hand and told him what a
good job he was doing. He seemed pleased with that.
So I left the Marketplace dressed in its sparkling stars
and Xmas trees and through how without its cool comfort
in which to shop, the season would be the poorer.