Published on 12, July, 2020
"It's the most horrible time of the year" I sing this every year. Lol. Christmas is the worst. A horrible nightmare that lasts too long and gets too much hype.
I saw in a shop today they're already selling Christmas sweets, calendars and I saw an advert on TV and it's not even been Halloween yet! But it begs the question...
What are you doing this Christmas?
Undoubtedly I'll have family over. The lights will be too bright. I'll be forced to socialise. And I'll have to go to the Christmas work party. December is a long old month. I hate it. Please someone shoot me with a sleeping dart and let me sleep through it.
At first, after leaving home, I returned to spend Christmas with my mother. She expected it, and I just complied, it didn't occur to me to challenge the idea, and although I actually dreaded it, alternatives of spending Christmas with others was worse. My sibling did the same. One year, when I was a student, it was particularly horrendous... my mum was superficially sociable and insisted on having hordes of her 'friends' round to the house and every year, since a child, this would bring a terrible time for us, with relentless insistence from her that we 'join in' and meltdowns/shutdowns from us...
This particular year, having escaped the house the day after Boxing Day, and run off up the rainy fell, I had a moment of clarity. I thought, I'm not doing this anymore.
And I didn't. Although I was castigated for it, no end. I was a terrible person for not wanting to spend Christmas with my wonderful mother, apparently. But still, the next year I stayed alone in the student house I shared with two other reclusive people. Just me. It was weird at first - but good. After Christmas, I decided to get a little tree and some decorations for it, but that was my only concession to Christmas. I think I had soup and ice cream to eat on Christmas Day.
Since then, I have spent Christmas alone and wouldn't have it any other way. Some years now, I do spend a day or two with my sibling and his family betweenChristmasandNewYear. Since my mum died, I've lived again in my childhood home. It's a very different Christmas for me here now, than when I used to visit for Christmas.
Yes, what's it all about? I enjoyed an omelette with my favourite fillings as my main Christmas Day meal on one occasion in recent years.
When my sons are at home for Christmas they complain about the dry turkey, I’ve often just said that we can have something else, doesn’t even have to be meat, the reply is always,” it’s Christmas, it wouldn’t be the same without turkey.” After Christmas Day the rest of the turkey then lives in the fridge like a Spector of Christmas past. In the end even the dog refuses to eat it.
"Mum can I have a dog for Christmas?"
"No! You can have turkey like everyone else."
This was the best joke I ever got in a cracker.
Roy said:the rest of the turkey then lives in the fridge like a Spector of Christmas past. In the end even the dog refuses to eat it
There's always so much food at Christmas, at least on my own I don't have to do that, it's all a bit overwhelming..