WHEN it comes to attitudes to Christmas, people tend to be divided into three distinct categories.
There are those who absolutely love it – decorations are up mid-November, presents bought early, meals planned, freezer full of festive fare, completely up and ready for everything Christmassy.
Then there are those who absolutely hate it. They avoid everything festive until they completely have to, buy presents under duress and find Noddy Holder’s “Christmaaaaaaas!” and every other festive song sets their teeth on edge.
The third lot probably form a sizeable number. These are the people who love parts of Christmas but firmly believe that other bits – like some family get-togethers and reduced hours at shopping centres/cinemas/other places of entertainment just need surviving.
They like the camaraderie, the food and drink and receiving gifts but it can all quickly become just too much. Irritatingly, after a couple of days, they may find themselves actually missing work!
Then they start to long for the normality of the daily routine and feel slightly queasy at the sight of mince pies. They’re sick of Christmas music and festive TV programmes and just want to be left alone.
Personally, I probably fall into the latter category although do enjoy seeing family and feel enthusiastic about everything – up to the end of Christmas Day when I just long for a quiet room and a cup of tea.
By Boxing Day, I hate turkey, want only sausage and mash and am seriously contemplating feigning a poorly stomach until the whole thing is over. I prefer watching box sets on the telly and all the chocs are gone.
It’s just a shame that the microwaved nature of Christmas festivities means that we may feel overwhelmed by it. And that we don’t keep all that genuine seasonal goodwill going longer. Happy Christmas!