this is my perfect crime

From The Southern Gazette:

Because Christmas Eve was still a part of Advent, and that observance was almost as sober as Lent, Dr. Hiscock indicated most traditional Christians would never consider taking a nip before Christmas Day prior to World War Two, which was even then perhaps a little early.

Tibb’s Eve became a lighthearted means to extend the season - an idea Dr. Hiscock recognized is not unlike when workers in the 19th century would lengthen their weekends by taking ‘St. Monday’ off from work.

Back row: My friends Aaron, John, Jamie. Front: Zach and yours truly. Tibb’s Eve 2011 (December 23), my place, St. John’s. Only a few polite nips were taken this evening. God rest ye merry, my gentlemen. (Photo by Becks.)

Ship with Christmas lights, St. John’s harbour.

Salvation Army horn player, downtown St. John’s. A leftover from the Christmas Parade a few weeks back.

Biker Santa is enjoying the hell out of that coffee, thanks for asking: Water Street, St. John’s.

“Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

Flying reindeer, Avalon Mall food court, St. John’s.

Lady in Santa hat, downtown St. John’s.

“Christmas is coming”: Young lady, downtown St. John’s.

Window shopping, downtown St. John’s.

The bells were ringing out: Lady on Water Street jingle and jangles for the Christmas raffle, St. John’s.

Minnie Mouse approaches me at the annual St. John’s Christmas Parade.