It suddenly feels like we are gate crashing into the month of December. One minute you were swimming at Ghadira on a hot August afternoon and the next Saint Nicholas’ feast is around the corner and you start to wonder whether this year’s arbre de noel should still be themed in black like last year’s. One thing is sure, I ain’t falling for the live tannenbaum this time around because that would mean another headache worrying about where and when to dispose of the dried-up carcass sometime in March when I’ve had enough of dead trees ruining the view in the living room.
The issue of dead evergreen conifera in the living room is currently relegated to the section of pleasures yet to come. What is really beginning to buzz are the usual retrospectives that one comes to expect at this point of the calendar year – a full 30 days and more before it actually ends. What makes this end of year special is that it signals the close not just of a year but of a decade – ‘the 00s’ – and the birth of a new one – ‘the teens’. This gives us the opportunity to look back and take stock of what has been and what could be in terms of the most natural numeral system that occurs to the ten-digit mammal that is man.