It’s bloody Christmas again. Seems like just a few weeks back we had the whole Christmas and New Years rigmarole going on, and here we are doing it all again. I must be just getting old and cranky – cos I hate it. And every year I seem to hate it more. Grrrrr.
I hate shopping for gifts for people when you never know what to get them – and this is largely due to the fact that most of our friends and family are quite capable, and frequently do, got out and buy themselves anything they want. So we race around spending money on stuff nobody needs. And everything, and I mean EVERYTHING you look at will be on Sale right after Christmas, we really are throwing money away.
Went through the most hateful Christmas task of putting up the damn tree on Saturday. I think I’d avoid it altogether except for the kidlet. He is currently loving the whole Xmas thing, so much so, that he has been spending his days wandering around the house in a Santa hat singing Carols – which no doubt have contributed marvelously to my surly demeanour š It was adorable for the first 12 hours or so!
We haven’t celebrated the religious side of Christmas since my Grandmother died – she used to drag us all along to midnight mass on Christmas Eve, and now the whole thing is just about ‘stuff’. I don’t mind the family get together, having a meal and a few drinks for the day, but why do we need all the ‘stuff’??
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