The lady’s voice on my office answering machine was severely admonitory.
‘Mr Cringle,’ she demanded. ‘Why don’t you ever write something nice about Christmas?’
She didn’t leave her name and number but, in the spirit of Christmas, I will let that go by the board.
The lady is right so this is my Message for Christmas 2014.
It is coming. I can reliably inform those who might not know that Christmas Day is on December 25. I just know these things.
Now for Christmas cards. I don’t send them. I devote the money to good causes. Sorry, not telling you. It’s nobody else’s business.
We also have Christmas music on Manx Radio. A little girl has seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus and ‘Frawstee the Snowmairn’ is back with us. There will also many devoted renderings by carol singers of ‘Good King Wenceslas.’
We call him Good?
There he is in his castle on Boxing Day and he looks out of the window and he sees a poor man out in miserably cold weather gathering old bits of wood for the fire in his humble cottage.
What was the Good King Wenceslas doing on Christmas Day? That is when he should have invited the poor old fellow into his banqueting hall to ply him with food and wine instead of letting him shiver beside an empty fireplace.
One last thing. A Merry Christmas to all my readers.
I mean it.
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John Kerruish emailed from Peel to say he was listening the Post Offices emergency debate in the House of Keys last week and heard Douglas North MHK John Houghton tell members that he had been ‘born into a Post Office family’, and Douglas South MHK David Cretney interjected: ‘It’s delivered actually.’
I wonder if Mr Houghton’s parents stuck a stamp on him and, if they did, where.
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People may have seen a breakdown truck owned by ‘Rambo and Son’ out and about.
Sly has decided to set up in business in the Isle of Man?
No. I once wrote about seeing the truck and now Tony Sanderson admits to being this particular Rambo.
He doesn’t look or sound like Sylvester Stallone and he doesn’t look like somebody who might want to kill you.
So why Rambo? It seems he got the nickname when he lifted up a car under repair in the workshop to release a fellow mechanic trapped under it.
I bet Sly couldn’t do that.
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A tabloid newspaper last week said 63 per cent of our Christmas television programmes will be repeats. Excellent.
That means we can avoid a lot of the new stuff.
Sky says ‘Believe in Better.’ You have to believe that there is something better.
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Every Tuesday evening I go to the home in Douglas of the widow of an old friend of mine for a few drinks and then take taxi home.
I have an account at A1 Taxis and last Tuesday I rang them and the girl despatcher said: ‘Hello Mr Cringle. You’re at the usual I take it.’
There’s no hiding place, especially when you’re a media celebrity (Isle of Man only. Terms and conditions apply.)
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Friends keep telling me that I am a very heavy drinker. They are correct.
I’ll have to go on a diet.
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I have been presented with a very nice drinking water bottle by the people who run Walk and Talk at the NSC. It is a gift for having, not long ago, logged a total of 10 miles. Now I am well on my way to 25 miles and I am told that will then be in line for another gift – a T-shirt.
They expect me to wear that out on the track in the winter?
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This week’s Manx crossword clue has come in from Sara Goodwins and the Daily Telegraph cryptic, as follows: ‘Solve problems of currency and go away during Tourist Trophy (12) – TROUBLESHOOT.’
It’s a tricky one.
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Texting for Seniors: BTW. Bring The Wheelchair.