I may as well be honest from the outset.
I am not a huge fan of Christmas. There are lots of reasons for my bah humbug-ness starting with the obvious and a few reasons known only to myself.
- It is too commercialised
- There is always the fear of getting snowed in for January thus a mad food shopping frenzy ensues
- The shops are heaving with rabid shoppers
- The stress of purchasing and then concealing presents from little people
- Christmas decorations. Go figure
- There’s an awful lot of people
- It is all over and done with once The Dinner is finished. A whole 6 weeks of manic, feverish preparation wiped out after a few roast spuds and slices of turkey.
I didn’t always feel like this. I used to love Christmas. Especially the build up to it all.
Christmas Eve was brilliant – a time for last minute shopping. Usually for myself.
I loved finishing up work for the holidays. I loved the hustle and bustle of it all. Other people’s hustle and bustle that is. I always had everything bought and wrapped by December 1st, giving me the rest of the month to enjoy the atmosphere. And to pity those who weren’t as organised.
I loved socialising. I loved how everyone was always in great form. The banter, the bonhomie, the Christmas drink/s; I loved it all.
I am very much aware my bah humbug-ness stems from the fact I am a mother now and therefore swamped in mother-like things such as;
- Brussels sprouts
- · Wrapping paper and Christmas cards
- · Early wake ups and sobriety
- · Clean ups and leftovers
All is not lost however. There is one day in the run up to Christmas I love.
Tomorrow is that day. Or to be exact, tomorrow afternoon and tomorrow night is that day.
See, a family member will be celebrating a milestone birthday soon and tomorrow night is the night we get together to do that.
I have to do other stuff first like grocery shopping, take the dog for a run, buy runners, buttons and hard card to make Christmas cards for people.
Then, then I will be getting my hair done. I love that.
After which I will enjoy a leisurely hour or so looking at make-up and shoes.
I won’t turn around to find four children and one man looking at me looking at shoes and make-up.
Also a purchase or two is very likely to be made. I will grab a bottle of wine for those all-important pre-meal drinks.
Go home and get ready to go out.
I can’t wait. Ican’twaitIcan’twait! I CAN’T WAIT!
And hopefully I will have some of the following on Sunday morning.
- A clear head
- · A phone full of smiley photo’s
- · My shoes
- · Buttons and hard card