Christmas

According to the calendar it is officially time. Time for fruitcake, time for eggnog and time for presents. Yes, its time for Christmas.

Which, somehow, with a ninja like stealth sneaked up on us this year.

Christmas, no matter your shape size or religion, is about family. Now for some of us this unfortunately means batty grandmothers or drunken aunts who will be yelling orders or cracking rude jokes around the tree. It took me a very long time to realise that even though they make you cringe, its these people that make Christmas amazing. Try as I might, I couldn’t imagine this holiday without them.

By this time of the year, everyone is exhausted. You don’t feel like  making an effort, and the idea of cooking a six course feast makes you want to carve someone other than the chicken. But then... You sit at the Christmas tree and see a cousin or another family member open their present . And they are so happy, ecstatic even to receive this one  little thing. Its at that moment that all the money, blood, sweat and effort was worth it.

So go out and make the six course feast, even if it kills you. Buy that extra impulsive present. Invite the batty grandmother or drunken aunt.

Why?

Because its Christmas. So what the hell? Go mad, you have nothing to lose!

So to you all I say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. (It’ll be over before you know it!)