For Christ's sake ladies, it's Jesus' birthday, not yours

We are supposed to be celebrating the birth of our Lord and Saviour. During this holy week centuries ago, Mary and Joseph rented out that bespoke Airbnb and, shortly afterwards, gave birth to the King of Kings. There is all that nonsense about historical accuracy and the impracticality of Jesus actually being born in December, but we will not let silly things like facts get in the way of a good religion. And so, we are gearing up to usher in baby Jesus.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I overheard a lady asking her man, in the sugary tone I have come to associate with begging, what he was getting her for Christmas.
As in, "Babe, I can't wait to see what you bought me for Christmas!" That man only laughed nervously and sent me pleading eyes.
Now, being Kenyan, I understand our tendency to slip into holiday mode at the slightest provocation. I know we don't need a second invitation to delve into the bottle, which is why we have such an abiding love for Gazette Notices announcing public holidays.