My sister invited me to a Christmas decoration/food frenzy evening. It dawned on me that once again it is upon us, the time of over exaggerated joy, gift buying, food babies, and unnecessary socializing. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas time, the hot chocolate in front of a crackling fire-place, watching movies you’ve seen a gazillion times before, reminiscing about Christmases passed.. . It’s just that I loathe New Year. I literally, absolutely, hate it with a passion.
The run up to Christmas is the most fun I have during this period of time. You get all excited, your inner child wakes up and you just embrace the whole thing. The smell of mandarins and snow in the air, the first walk you make in the park and you hear the snow crunch under your feet, putting up the Christmas tree whilst drinking a port and lemon and bingeing on pork pies, the fairy lights everywhere, delicious food all day ‘er day, a full-blown English breakfast on Christmas day, what’s not to like?
Here’s what’s not to like about X-mas:
- people who start decorating the first of November
- snow and ice equal traffic jams
- good food all day ‘er day equals a sh*t load of gym sessions come January
- gift buying equals practicing your “omg I love it face” even when you feel like crying upon opening your gifts
- family get together’s, now if you’re in a relationship it’s the “meet the fam” situation that makes me nervous, when your single it’s the “and how are you? still alone?” crap you get asked.
- fairy lights: now I do love these, when they are just normal standard fairy lights, not the ones that nearly give you an epileptic attack the moment you glance at them, what the hell is peaceful about that?
Then New Year comes along, where to start.. . First and foremost I am the kind of person who hates anything time related. This is the one event of the year where it seems that you are obliged to get dressed to the nines, go out and have an amazing time. Why bother though? Town will be packed, people will be drunk and irritable, your group will end up getting separated, the countdown will come and go as soon as you could possibly hope for, and then what’s left is to conquer the masses to retrieve your coat and an epic battle to get a cab home. The morning after you’re left to ponder what exactly you should aim for as a New Year’s resolution, only to remember you’ve never actually achieved any you’ve ever set for yourself.
Give me a delicious meal, good company, some board games or movies marathons and I will go into the New Year with a genuine smile on my face. As for resolutions, 2016 will be the year that I won’t make any. Maybe smile more, my “resting bitch face” is on point! Urban Dictionary moment: Resting Bitch Face “A phenomenon in which the resting face lacks animation and appears to look bitchy at all times, thus leading people to believe a person must be upset, a snob or a bitch. Comments people with resting bitchface are eternally plagued by: What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you mad?/Sad/Depressed?”
Yes I do feel like the Grinch writing this post, but the older I get, the more I feel that every year we get further and further away of the actual meaning of Christmas. Isn’t it supposed to be about family getting together, peace on earth and singing “We are the world”? Maybe I’m wishful thinking, but now, when there’s so much sadness and anger in the world, isn’t this what mankind should aim for?
Ho ho R. x