I’m not feeling Christmas today. I don’t know what it is. Maybe they started playing Christmas songs in shops so early this year that I was already used to and sick of it by the time Christmas was actually starting. Maybe the tower block just up the road that has had Christmas decorations adorning its external walls for the five or so years I’ve lived here has beaten the Christmas cheer from me. Or maybe it’s because Kim and I said no to gifts this year, although we both cheated on that to be fair.
Don’t get me wrong here. I’m enjoying the day. I always look forward to a good roast and we go out of our way to make Christmas dinner the best roast of the year. We select our bird specially, make sure the right veg and potatoes are in. This year I slow cooked a beef joint and used a herb bag to marinade some onions and bacon during the cooking so that they could go in the stuffing with all that flavour infused. Even filled with chicken and rounder than I have been since this day last year, I enjoyed the walk after the meal too.
I even enjoyed opening presents but, honestly, who doesn’t enjoy that. Oh I know there are some people out there who are all “Christmas is about giving, not receiving, for me. I prefer to give gifts. That’s the joy for me.” To those people I have a one-word question to ask. Seriously? I mean, come on. Giving is great and can it can even be fun to spend time picking out something special for someone else. But to receive a gift is to be told by someone else “I care that you exist. You being here makes my life better in some way and I wanted to let you know that.” How can anything compare to that?
Maybe it’s me. Maybe I just don’t understand gift giving properly, but being told that has always made me feel a damn sight better about myself than to tell it to someone else. I always feel it’s a little selfish to want to say that and not hear it in return, yet the “Giving not receiving” people are generally the ones who encourage that. To each their own, I suppose. If you are one of those people, feel free to explain what you get out of it, but know I’m not alone in my thoughts and the people you ask not to buy for you may feel cheated by you doing so.
Anyway, mini rant over there. I suppose this comes down to my main achievement this year. This was the year I completed my novel, after all. That was the last of my lifes dreams that I hadn’t completed so Christmas kind of got shoved to the wayside there. It’s understandable. Christmas comes once a year, but how often do we do something that amazes us about ourselves? This does mean I need to start shopping around for a new lifes dream, so I’m open to suggestions. If it involves Mila Kunis, all the better. Hmmm, anyone know how to hide a post from your fiancé? Ha, anyway, back to not feeling Christmassy.
I find it odd that, at this time of year especially, not feeling Christmas is something that can get you branded as a Scrooge. It’s always said to mean someone cold to the idea of Christmas and even a bit grumpy about things, and that says to me that people don’t understand the story Dickens was trying to tell with A Christmas Carol. This was a tale of redemption, where a man who many feel couldn’t be saved was convinced to change his ways. And yet there was also some form of explanation there. We start off feeling that the man is cold and that he is bad, and yet you come to understand throughout the story that Scrooge has his reasons for feeling this way. He’s trying to defend himself from any more pain in his life, and has built his walls so high that he’s trapped behind them. There’s a lot more to it than most of the films tend to show, and it’s a shame that the idea of the character has been reduced to only how he starts out. It’s like calling someone Batman because their parents got killed, or Wolverine because they’re Canadian.
That may have gotten a little off track so I should round this off before more tangents drag me after them. I hope you guys have had as nice a day as I have, and I hope those of you who celebrate have a little more Christmas cheer in you. As for me, I’m off to see what demolishing a Christmas pudding will do to my mood.