Disentangling myself

from the myriad tentacles of christmass consumerism, I headed for the forest. 
The roads were very very busy. 
Shite, I thought to meself, they've all headed for the woods. 
As it transpired they had all headed for Carrickmines retail park. The fools...
 I had Glen of the Downs to myself. I counted my dear old friends lost to that Darragh bastard, gave a wee comforting rub to the maimed, sang some soothing little silly songs to the bereaved. 

Then headed back home, still in heavy traffic, as wave after wave of increasingly hysterical consumers made their way to some shopping centre in remembrance of the birth of baby Jesus. 

The fools...