Temples of Mammon

Wherever I go at the moment there is a whole load of seasonal crap. Whether it's all the special offers on stuff that is only bought at Yuletide and then discovered lurking at the back of the cupboard sometime around Ostara, or whole loads of bright twinkly lights artistically draped from a neighbour's guttering there is just far too much of it.
Then we can add the guilt trip phone calls I keep having to deflect at work "Would you like to sponsor a teddy for dying children", and the persistence of these phone chuggers just defies any kind of belief - one of them tried to argue that the sick kiddies should take precedence over people who have a learning disability (Mister Squeaky says I should have told them that they had terminal illnesses as well) because its fucking Christmas and the season of goodwill to all - Don't start me on this because the obvious counterargument is to ask them why they haven't been trying to get sponsorship during the rest of the year or do the little kiddies only start to die off in December?
Me, I'm starting to feel stripy and just a touch mint flavoured...