When Christmas comes to town each year, it checks in with chariot-loads of gate-crushing ghosts who swirl and meddle about the business of the living. They tip the natural balance between the dead and un-dead and stanch the tick of the cosmic clock.
This triples the headcount in the city centre, and causes the viscous traffic and the sweltering heat. This is the explanation of some people on the streets of Makola Market - the ghosts come shopping!
A friend’s mother accepts the phantom theory only in half. She swears that the hellish heat steams out of "the anus of a witch".
Ha ha ha. Merry Christmas.
(Picture credit - clevescene.com)