The day after Christmas

Published December 26, 2013

I used to be a total Grinch about Christmas. The entire concept offended me and I wanted nothing to do with it. I’d link to the many posts I wrote about boycotting the festive season, but really, I’m over it.

I’ve mellowed in my old age.

In reality, I’ve realised that my issue with Christmas is the same as the issue I have with most things - the pressure from society to do things you don’t want to do.

The number of people saying in a maudlin fashion, “I have to go shopping/cook a giant turkey/visit family I don’t want to see,” proves that something is broken with the holidays.

But, I don’t feel the need to campaign about it, as long as people don’t expect to get presents from me, I’m happy.

In fact, this year, the only non-Christmassy thing I did was spend the day apart from Mr C, and even that isn’t exactly unusual. I participated in the Secret Santa at work, and received this very colourful wall chart calendar. On Christmas Day, I went for dinner with family, where there was food and cake and crackers and presents.

This from my brother who has clearly forgotten how much of a mess I can make.

Painting by numbers

Although, he also helped me figure out one of the puzzles I had no idea what to do with, so that makes up for the impending mess.

Overall, it was a successful day. As Mr C says, his day went: “late start, spent time with the other lady in my life, then beer and tv to finish.” Mine was an early start, spending time with family, then beer and TV to finish. Everyone’s happy, everyone wins!

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