We think that Christmas means having a dining table that groans under the weight of
fruits, wine, juices, and elaborately prepared dishes; christmas trees bedecked with trinkets and glittering ornaments; gifts colorfully wrapped; and houses festooned with lighted lanterns, wreaths, and flashy knickknacks.
It already groans under the weight of
too many cars and lorries using it daily.
Hers is a version for daughters of mothers who love the country living style; furniture is painted and stencilled, the dresser groans under the weight of
decorated china, and fabrics--from the kitchen sink curtains to clothing, bedding and carpets--burgeon with blooms, blossoms, foliage, lozenges, stripes and meandering lines.
And as a result, while so many couch potatoes grow fatter and more unhealthy, the health service groans under the weight of
a table groans under the weight of
goodies for Home Start children and the cast of Alice in Wonderland.
The Karaoke Industrialist Association occupies a cramped office in downtown Tokyo, where every desk groans under the weight of
document stacks detailing such arcana as the preferred musical genre of young women (which runs to Ayumi Hamasaki and Glay, rather than Britney and 'N Sync) and how often the average customer visits a karaoke venue (slightly less than once a month).
Usually if a player's mantelpiece groans under the weight of
seven Premier League, one Champions League, three FA Cup and one League Cup winners' medals, that is enough to satisfy even the harshest of critics.
Indeed, so densely layered is the prismatic Ararat that it sometimes groans under the weight of
its formal and thematic aspirations.
In the midst of the current crisis, the created order groans under the weight of
humankind's habitual ecoviolence; in turn, the Spirit intensely beseeches us to care for our planetary heritage.
Women as tall as flamingos stand in G-strings and pixie boots, young men with alabaster chests smoke cigarettes and scowl beneath their Bryan Ferry quiffs, a trestle table groans under the weight of
cigarette butts, fresh fruit, black coffee and lollipops and somewhere in the middle a man who looks like Jesus smiles beatifically into his mohair jumper.