Mad at the fat man in the red suit, he is every where again. The festive season spills forth, spewing the commercialised version of christmas at me from every angle. Santa is a plague on every roof top, building and shopping mall.
Where does one hide at this time of year?
I hate crowds, but not as much as I HATE tinsel, kids love tinsel, there should be a law against it. The problem being people do not know when to stop. It spreads over everything like a weed, only you can’t poison it. By two days in you don’t have to worry because it fades and malts all over the carpet. The amount of money I spend on christmas decorations is minimal, tinsel is something the kiddies crave, they will I hope, grow out of it one day.
If I go one step further I must admit I do not enjoy christmas department store music. Who does? It finds its way into my flustered mind and gets stuck in my head. I sing on random crazy occasions, long after the visit to the store, unaware of the brain washing I have received. Needless to say my children have a great laugh at my tone-deaf sing-a-long at the kitchen sink.
Why is it at christmas I feel HAD?
Had by the store owners who raise their prices because we, the consumer will stop at nothing to have the perfect christmas and a perfect christmas is a very expensive affair. Especially when your child’s wish list is longer than your arm and filled with all manner of electrical gadgets. Not to mention the giant size bill after I purchase the ham, turkey and extra goodies for christmas lunch.
What is it, about christmas that makes me BAD?
Bad, oh so very Tasmanian Brie bad, I begin stuffing my face in early december, using the excuse that it is almost christmas and I don’t stop until after new years eve. Promising myself a daily workout that does not take place until late July, if at all. Why do I think it is okay to eat all the things I am told are not good for my spiralling cholesterol.
Why is it, at christmas I am SAD?
Sad each year when I notice the people who are missing from my family table, it hurts to be reminded that life is so precious. We all have loved ones we miss at this time. There is no denying it, it is part of life. I try to appreciate who is sitting around my table each year and pray we all return again safe, healthy and happy in the next year. I also cherish my christmas memories the ones where everybody was there, they are gone, but never forgotten.
What is it about christmas that makes me GLAD?
Glad all over and a sucker for punishment, because I love christmas. Not the commercialism. I love the opportunity to spend time with family and friends. Each year is different in ways I could never imagine. Maybe, as I collect extra wrinkles, I am wiser and find the most important issue is the gathering of the ever-growing clan.
One thing is certain there is no avoiding christmas, whether you love it or hate it…..So have the best festive season you can muster. Fill it with people you care about and sing those carols loud and proud people, for we only have today and next years christmas is never guaranteed.
Ps…..I have to admit I like seeing the fat bloke in the red suit hanging from every rafter.
Although in the town nearest me there is a rebellion going on and Santa has been replaced by Friesian cows. Do please visit Rhonda Ayliffe’s site to see the christmas cows in Cobargo. Quaintly painted cut-out-cows adorned with just the right amount of tinsel. I love them!
To all of you who have supported me throughout this year, I wish you a very Merry Happy Safe Christmas.
What do you hate and love about christmas? Share it here. Hopefully I can always find something to love about christmas.Photo Darling Harbour the reflection on the water from the christmas lights.