A note from the editor 3

After only 3 issues I'm glad most of the resort has finally worked out I'm a ski bum mephistopheles. And for those who haven't, give it a little more time.
In these absurdly politically correct times, the phrase 'Happy Christmas' are being replaced by a more secular greeting of holiday cheer 'Happy Holidays' in case the word 'Christmas' offends anyone from a non Christian religion. Not only that, Christmas lights are referred to as 'holiday lights' and Christmas carols have become 'holiday songs'. The Christmas tree is now the 'holiday tree' and so on and so on, with revisionism ad nauseam.
Luckily in a French ski resort Christmas is probably the most depressing place to spend Christmas. Maybe not if you're here on a weeks holiday but spend 5 months here and it starts to take its toll. Imagine one of those theme pubs that celebrate new years every night. After hearing Auld lang syne for the 100th time the urge to take your own life becomes very strong.
Forget the principle of twelfth night, the day(or night) we take down the decorations and not the Shakespeare play, you might have noticed the resort's Christmas lights were put up in October and will probably only be removed when the condition of the Verdons piste is listed as 'grassy'. The majority of people in the resort work throughout Christmas, all the shops are open, there's plenty of snow around and more light shod Christmas trees that you can shake a ski stick at. I could be talking about any day in the winter season.I could be talking about any day in the winter season.
For most of chalets girls this is the first time they have had to cook holidays dinner. Usually their mothers disappear into the kitchen on Christmas eve and magically a massive turkey with all the trimmings appears on noon the following day.
Everybody overindulges and as the tryptophan (and copious amounts of alcohol) kicks in, collapses in front of the Queens speech and the Eastenders omnibus. By the time they rise again all the left overs have been magically cleaned up.
Now that you are the host it's up to you to entertain the guests throughout the day. The first and probably best game is called 'How to fit a turkey the size of a small ostrich into an oven the size of a small shoebox'. This is followed by 'What do you mean you don't eat meat, there are plenty of Brussels sprouts!' 'Do you want to see the holiday pudding do an impression of a car parked in a Parisian housing estate around November?' and finally 'Who wants a turkey & Brussels sprout baguette on boxing day?' So bar humbug and hopefully you should have sobered up in time for the New years festivities.