Thursday, 20 December 2012

Christmas with bells on

What do I most look forward to at Christmas?

Well for one it's not receiving the credit card bill in the post...

My stress levels continue to rise throughout December whilst I glare and mutter at the grid locked car parks in town trying in vain to either find a space or leave the blimmin place.  Only when safely inside my metal box do I rant though - giving all the expletives I've ever known a right old airing.  The queues at the tills once inside the shops are the same, only a little more up close and personal.  A rugby scrum without the ball.

I find the challenge of trying to think of imaginative gifts that cost a fiver but look like I've spent £30.00 gets more difficult year on year.

I don't like wrapping presents either... I'm afraid it's cutting erratically, wrestling with the sellotape, slapping on a label.  Job done.  The quality is never very good but definitely degrades as time goes on. 

Other things that make my festive cup runneth over include unravelling the tree lights and then trying to 'artistically' wrap them around the tree without losing all the needles in the process.

Writing hundreds of cards, some with unreadable hand scripted notes and then going bankrupt sending them all.

Reading others' computer generated and generic round robins to find they are living the perfect life, with perfect homes, A* grade children and at least three exotic and expensive holidays to write reams about (photos included - just to prove it).

Smiling inanely as I open my fifth present containing notelets.

Playing the obligatory round of charades - I find it difficult to hold my stomach in so it looks flat(ish) from all the angles.

Strangely, removing all the cards, tree and decorations after the event. The house always seems so bare and empty afterwards and it hits me that there's only the rest of January to look forward to. Oh joy.

Why do we do it? 

For me, G11's smile is probably why.

I can't find a recent photo of G11 (I'm always too busy just watching her face)
so instead here is the smallest member of our family enjoying Christmas.


the veg artist said...

Oh dear. That is stress talking!! I hate round robins as well, although I don't actually believe the guff about perfect lives - if anyone thinks that there is such a thing, then they are in for a very rude awakening one day!
The day itself - I absolutely love it. I love the days of cold turkey - no decision needed about what to cook! And I love January - peace to read, plan the garden, plan the year. A fresh start!

Rob-bear said...

"Rugby scrum without a ball." Oh, a wonderful image, especially for one who has been in scrums. The counterpoint to the "Silent Night" of Christmas.

I hope you survive (I think you must be close to done by now). Happy Christmas!

Maggie Christie said...

That is why I dash into town between 9am and 10am and dash out again. Otherwise it's a nightmare! Mind you I've bought loads on the internet and it hasn't yet arrived!

As for round robins I never write one but we used to get one from Aussie relatives about the perfect children and all their magnificent accomplishments and we used to hoot with laughter every Christmas. Then the children grew up and came visiting and it turned out their mother had been underplaying things somewhat.

It's not that bad is it Lins? I promise I haven't bought you notelets! And we've got our long-promised dose of Daniel Craig to look forward to after Christmas. xxxx

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