Sanctificarnos has a photo of the Madrid decorations, which I also find deeply depressing, although for slightly different reasons. One of the best Christmases I ever had was in a small coastal village south of Casablanca, where, having been robbed in the metropolis, I was sleeping for 75c a night in a camel-shitty little cot above the post office. On the 25th I was dragged off to a football match cum market featuring a come-all-ye travelling prizefighter and some completely deranged chickens; the latter did not survive the morning. No hangover, no sermons, perfect!

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