Three months of festive folly

Like J Matthews, I believe Christmas is ruined by the exploitative greed of big businesses and the early commercialism of the festive season.It's not the celebration of Christmas I object to. I am more that happy to wear a party hat, overeat, receive presents, get as drunk as a lord and sleep in the armchair all afternoon.

It's the constant promotion of Christmas from October that bamboozles me. There's no escape from it. Everywhere you go you are bombarded by it all, before you even have a chance to commemorate Remembrance Day.

The madness of this whole charade became apparent to me as I was leaving a famous superstore in Willenhall recently. While mingling with shoppers loading their cars with dancing Santas, blow-up snowmen and various other Christmas tat, I caught sight of a butterfly enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine and there were a few wasps buzzing around as well.

Butterflies, wasps and Christmas shopping just don't go together, do they?

By the time Christmas day eventually arrives and you sit down for your dinner, you've already had a bellyful of it.

Three months of Christmas is simply too much to stomach. It's all about jingling tills and nothing to do with jingle bells.

Will Morgan, Webb Street, Willenhall.