Every year I’m accused of being Grinch-like when I don’t put up decorations, play Christmas songs from the middle of November and buy a million and one presents that I can’t afford. Don’t get me wrong, I like Christmas just not the Christmas that I’m faced with as an adult. I have tried putting up decorations and being jolly but it just feels forced.
There are a few reasons that Christmas isn’t my favourite, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy it. For me Christmas isn’t about making lists, writing out endless Christmas cards to people I haven’t seen in ages, buying presents that people don’t really want and spending hours sat on the floor wrapping them. Well actually I tell fibs – I do like the wrapping part, especially with a cheeky glass of something.
Last year I wrote about making our own traditions and rituals now that G and I are a married couple, and this year I’ve realised that it doesn’t have to be a tradition in the sense that putting on a new pair of pjs on Christmas day was a tradition. I’m happy to spend the Christmas season eating out with fabulous friends, imbibing a little too much gin (is there such a thing) and laughing until my lungs hurt.
To me Christmas is the time to spend with people who remind you how wonderful your life is simply enjoying their company. If that makes me Grinch-like for not spending money I don’t have on gifts and decorations I’m OK with that.