It’s that time of year again, yes, you’ve guessed it, Chirstmas. Now we should all be peaceful and loving and giving, and stuff. I believe in this, I’m a big lover of peace on earth, loving my fellow man etc etc. However, what I don’t love is the craziness that comes with this season.
I will never understand why everyone suddenly becomes a speed demon on the roads, a queue pusher in the shops, and how people generally act in a manner unbecoming of “Christmas Spirit”.
It’s understandable that 99% of the population haven’t actually purchased all their Christmas presents by the end of the January before, but honestly people, calm down. Since the second week in November the town centre car parks have been rammed full by 9am, the online delivery dates have suddenly become “two to three weeks” and the supermarket panic buying has started.
I understand the significance of Christmas, I’m not completely Godless, but I do not comprehend many of the things that happen in the weeks leading up to December the 25th.
Christmas dinner is just another roast isn’t it? Ok, maybe a few more additions, maybe pigs in a blanket (of which I’ve purchased no less than 40 to supplicate my sons on the big day), a cauliflower cheese, some deserts. I have to admit I don’t buy desert 364 days a year so my family do look forward to Christmas day, possibly for the wrong reasons.
It is a day of feasting, so I will buy all the sugary treats they adore, along with custard, cream and ice cream (they will put all three on their deserts). I accept that it is a time of excess, but I will never understand the panic buying that causes me to be searching hopelessly for brussel sprouts two days before the big day.
The things I love about Christmas are the cheesy songs, the even cheesier decorations and the opportunity to eat your own body weight at dinner without the guilt, let’s face it, everyone’s at it, which makes it acceptable. But I implore you, try to be a little more forgiving, less stressed and angry, after all even if you aren’t religious it doesn’t hurt to be more empathetic. Let the old lady push in the line in Tesco, give the homeless man a coffee, and above all cherish the time with your families. It’s only one day a year, but it gives us all pause to think about others, not just ourselves. Peace out…
