Just imagine celebrating Christmas on every day that the good Lord creates, and even on the ones He does not. Funny hats, serpentines and confetti as you like it. It’s party time. Fun for all, laughter all around… To be quite honest, it is a forced fiesta, like the labour with the same adjective. Whether you like it or not, you have to celebrate Christmas until the small hours. Forced. And do not forget to exchange gifts, or you’ll pay the price: immediately sentenced to the Brigade of the Jolly Drills, even more inhumane than the usual vice squad. Your progress is inspected with pleasure: ‘Blow up this balloon, please’. Your life is a misery in this world so much like ours where reality surpasses the surreal. A real nightmare? Absolutely!