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Horror of horrors... It doesn't come with a turkey, but there might be some who reckon that that omission will be corrected by inclusion of the person who actually spends this sort of money on something that will be little more than a pile of bones and a serious hangover come 26 December. As in who's the turkey who bought this?
For the rest of us tax slaves, it will be Christmas as usual... An invasion of up-country family who start sending you love letters only on 1 December, ditto the postman who has ignored you all year but now greets you like a long-lost brother, and a cunningly worded letter from your bank at the end of January inviting you to send them some cash.
Mine's a braai and a day in the pool.