I won’t apologise for it, but I’m not a fan of Christmas. I dislike the pomp, the false cheer, the excessive decorations, the way the media and adverts scream to us “buy buy buy.”
I don’t like the gluttony surrounding food, the guilt-trip charity adverts, the busy streets or the shitty music.
I don’t like the fact we’re supposed to be nice to everyone “because it’s Christmas” – why? Why does that make a difference? If I don’t like someone, I doubt that being nice to them for a few days around the 25th December will make them like me more or make them think that perhaps they were wrong about me for the other 360 days ….
But what I hate most is my low bank balance.
Christmas is expensive.
It’s not just the presents that cost money (more on that in a bit) but it’s the socialising as well. Now, I’m all for catching up with people but why is such a big deal made out of Christmas?
“Oh we must get together for Christmas drinks.”
“Right … when do you want to do that?”
“How about next Friday?”
“Ok, Friday. The same day we meet up every week – why are you calling it Christmas drinks, it’s the same drinks, same place and same time as normal.”
*blank stare* … “But it’s Christmas.”
I’d be interested to know just how much extra the month of December costs the average 20-something. It’s not cheap, and I’m guessing an extra £200-300 easily. Who exactly has this sort of money to splurge on top of their usual commitments? Why do we feel the need to spend so much in the month of December?
Presents. Christmas nowadays seems to be a case of “I love you so much, see, I’ve spent a fortune on you.”
(I’m guilty of this in the past, not any more, I’ve wised up … I know your game Nick, I’ve got my eye on you …)
I only know of a small handful of people who either make their gifts or put real effort and thought into them. The amount of cheap tat bought in December must be enough to fill a couple hundred landfills. Why do we do it? Why do we waste our hard earned money on cheap trinkets that will be broken on Boxing day?
Maybe I’m being a miserable old hag, maybe I’ve got it all wrong, maybe Christmas is a magical time of year when all our wishes come true, world hunger is sorted out, terminal illnesses are suddenly cured and the wars of the world stop for 24hrs (Christmas 1914 WW1 comes to mind here but that was almost 100 years ago … our society has degraded since then,) and crime is non existent.
Unfortunately, the 25th December is just another day, the only difference in today’s world is the fact it’s a bloody expensive day.
* this is written with a certain amount of exaggerated disgruntlement, but the sentiment is solid.