I’m not a big fan of Christmas. I think if you ask anyone who worked in a retail store for a number of years during Christmas they’d say something quite similar. Many people think Christmas is a great time for retailers but most retailers despise it. With a passion.
And my Christmas is made even more fun by the lack of enthusiasm in general by my Mother, my Father and The Other Half. All of whom are working in retail, and who get two days off from the extended Christmas shopping hours chaos before diving back into the extended shopping hours chaos that is after Christmas sales which leaves them all cranky – and makes me cranky by extension. They’re lucky to get two days off – most people in retail get Christmas Day only.
If we’d been in Adelaide, we’d have gone to my Uncle’s place for Christmas. He truly gets into the spirit of the day. I believe my Uncle may be one of the first metrosexuals of his generation. That is saying something because he is over 60. He was once a hairdresser, and then he was a chef. He is the most amazing cook but you never get boring and expected from my Uncle.
Christmas Lunch has been many things during the years I have been going to his place for Christmas – curries, Nasi Goreng, fiery casseroles, generally scary food which makes you fear for your bowels. You rarely see any kind of roast. If there is seafood it will be unusually presented – never your prawn cocktail with thousand island dressing, you’d get a prawn and mango salad with an amazing unpronounceable dressing that tasted like nothing you ever imagined possible.
There would always be a tree, the table would be beautifully set in a style to shame Martha Whatshername, Christmas Crackers on the table, the works. Sometimes there would be a surprise visit from Santa (my Uncle in a santa suit) for the young kids. There would always be a present for everyone and spare presents because they never knew who might come to Christmas Day as a surprise.
Carols by the old time greats like Dean Martin and Bing Crosby – and as the day goes on some of the more scary Christmas CD’s in my Uncle’s collection would find their way to the CD player. If I felt like I would like to break that Mariah Carey one in half, it was a sign to look for more alcohol. That was ok because I never drove there and there was always a designated driver to drive us home. Lots of people, many of whom I barely knew and only ever saw on Christmas Day. Happiness overall because nobody argues in our family these days.
As The Years Went By –
When my parents moved we got into the habit of travelling to see them at Christmas. So much so that now I don’t feel like it is Christmas because we haven’t packed up the car, put the cats in to boarding, and traveled 1600kms across the country. Christmas would be celebrated more because we had driven so far, and my nephews were usually there.
I feel homesick for some sign of Christmas. I miss the extended family gatherings. It is a time of year I could happily skip entirely. And there’s my whinge. Now I’ll build the bridge, because it is mostly over.
9 thoughts on “Christmas Sucks.”
It doesn’t have to be a holiday on the calendar to have a good time with family and friends. In other words, it’s not too late so if you have to build a bridge then so be it. I do hope things feel more festive for you soon! :)
“Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.”
Christmas can only suck if there was ever anything good about it to begin with so it seems to me you are longing for spiritual renewal.
It’ll come… ;-
I hope you had an enjoyable day regardless. And I agree, as a pre-retail worker (and family member of a store manager!) Christmas can really take its toll…
I was just going to pop in to say Merry Christmas and I’m sorry yours wasn’t that great. I’ve had those kinds of holidays too, since I’ve worked in retail for so many years. What teeni said was right on – don’t go by what the calendar says. Make your own holiday!
I think a lot of us build Christmas up in our minds and then are disappointed regardless. I for one was feeling that way until my 16 year old started raving about how wonderful it was. Not a mention of her gifts in sight, just how so and so was so happy and wasn’t it fun when we did this and it was such a special day.
Eyes of a child. We need the eyes of a child.
Hugs to you my friend. I don’t think anyone could top the Christmases that you have enjoyed. Anything else would be a let down anyway.
Perhaps next year you could find a way to be back in Adelaide for one of your Uncle’s Christmas Days. I’m sure they would all be glad to see you.
I love the feeling of Christmas but definitely not the retail nightmare. I generally avoid shopping altogether during the holiday season.
This is the first time I read about someone having curries or Nasi Goreng for Christmas! Mmm Nasi Goreng…
ooo I have to agree with Kelley, Christmas is one of those times we definately need the eyes of a child to truly appreciate it all.