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purplerabbits at 02:37pm on 26/12/2011
purplerabbits at 02:37pm on 26/12/2011Well that's over.
I think I find Xmas[1] hard because for me it's the top of the 'days when I ought to be someone else' list. Valentine's day used to be like that, but now I am old enough to ignore it, and in any case it's not nearly as pervasive. My birthday can be tough a lot of the time, because it has the same 'got to be happy' stuff, but it is at least personalised. On the other hand they don't put any decent TV specially for my birthday, so it's probably swings and roundabouts.
I seem to have settled for doing a minimalist nod towards Xmas, which may be Ok (or it may be the worst of both worlds, like smoking just enough to keep getting cravings, I can't decide). Jon got me Generation A, which I read most of last night. My mum gave me a cheque and another cheque, which was good, and a random selection of mostly unpleasant handcrafted items, which was odd. Jenny got me gorgeous yarn which arrived in time, which I am pretty chuffed by. I didn't put up my tree, but had a tiny plastic tree shaped object made of glitter from someone at work, so I plonked it on top of the gifts. I gave 3 gifts and got 3, which is at least even (well I also gave some people DVDs I was clearing out and which they might actually like, which is different), plus there was Secret Santa at werk, which is a whole other flavour of wrong.
Things I like about Xmas are: Doctor Who (okay it was a bit pants, but it was a thing to look forward to) and the big Araucaria Crossword. Most of the rest of it ranges from a bit meh to actively horrible. I cooked roast spuds and brussel sprouts (which I like) and stuffing balls and bread sauce, which was all the bits of the traditional meal I actually wanted. I have the top half of a duck still in the freezer, which I will eat at some other time when I actually want it. I had a miniature xmas pud, which I shouldn't have, cos I was already too full of food and now I have half a tub of cream I don't know what to do with.
[1] I have been resolutely calling it Xmas since attending a Baptist sermon about how you shouldn't - I use it to distinguish the ubiquitous secular feast from the minority interest Christian one.
I think I find Xmas[1] hard because for me it's the top of the 'days when I ought to be someone else' list. Valentine's day used to be like that, but now I am old enough to ignore it, and in any case it's not nearly as pervasive. My birthday can be tough a lot of the time, because it has the same 'got to be happy' stuff, but it is at least personalised. On the other hand they don't put any decent TV specially for my birthday, so it's probably swings and roundabouts.
I seem to have settled for doing a minimalist nod towards Xmas, which may be Ok (or it may be the worst of both worlds, like smoking just enough to keep getting cravings, I can't decide). Jon got me Generation A, which I read most of last night. My mum gave me a cheque and another cheque, which was good, and a random selection of mostly unpleasant handcrafted items, which was odd. Jenny got me gorgeous yarn which arrived in time, which I am pretty chuffed by. I didn't put up my tree, but had a tiny plastic tree shaped object made of glitter from someone at work, so I plonked it on top of the gifts. I gave 3 gifts and got 3, which is at least even (well I also gave some people DVDs I was clearing out and which they might actually like, which is different), plus there was Secret Santa at werk, which is a whole other flavour of wrong.
Things I like about Xmas are: Doctor Who (okay it was a bit pants, but it was a thing to look forward to) and the big Araucaria Crossword. Most of the rest of it ranges from a bit meh to actively horrible. I cooked roast spuds and brussel sprouts (which I like) and stuffing balls and bread sauce, which was all the bits of the traditional meal I actually wanted. I have the top half of a duck still in the freezer, which I will eat at some other time when I actually want it. I had a miniature xmas pud, which I shouldn't have, cos I was already too full of food and now I have half a tub of cream I don't know what to do with.
[1] I have been resolutely calling it Xmas since attending a Baptist sermon about how you shouldn't - I use it to distinguish the ubiquitous secular feast from the minority interest Christian one.
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