For most of us, Christmas Day is a great day. We get up early, open presents, eat way too much food, and have too much to drink. For Andy Park, a 44 year old man from Britain, this is what he experiences every single day because, since 1994 Andy has celebrated Christmas every day of the year, earning himself the nickname Mr Christmas.
It all began in that summer fifteen years ago when Andy was feeling down. He went home, put up decorations and pretended it was Christmas to cheer himself up. He continued doing this until he was hooked on Christmas and has done it every day since then. Every day Andy has mince pies and sherry for breakfast (I really hope this guy doesn’t have a job), opens his presents, eats an entire roast turkey dinner for lunch and then goes out to buy himself some Christmas gifts which he’ll open after breakfast the next day.
Some people celebrate this man, saying he’s a credit to humanity, someone who has found a great way to enjoy himself every day of the year, and this has gained him quite a following as well as a few imitators. Me? I think he needs psychological help. For someone to create a persistant fantasy that they’re unable to be happy without is a dangerous situation indeed. Considering the health service in this country locked a young guy away in an asylum for a month simply for overeating (Chris Leppard had a physical condition that meant he never felt full so they locked him away using rules usually reserved for sectioning a mentally ill patient who is a danger to themselves or others. It was a real jackass move by the government although, to be completely fair, he did die two years later.) four years ago, it amazes me that this man has slipped through the crack(er)s.