Despite my constant rants, or if you will, pissing and moaning (of want of a better description), I generally am looking for to Christmas.
But there are things that genuinely wind me up in this merry yule tide. Namely, the run up to Christmas itself.
Lets start with a few bullet points…
- The endless queues – Endlessly waiting to get that little step further to the cash registers, only to be greeted by some snotty nosed, spotty little prick who looks like you have just caught him masturbating and to make it worse, he has the most annoying voice…ever, and you really want to slap him with the biggest shopping bag your holding!
- The never ending crowds of OAPs and their 4 wheel drive shopping bags that make sudden and unexpected stops, resulting in a potential court case for walking into them and knocking them to the ground.
- The shear arrogance of other shop users, frantically running around without a brain, pushing and shoving past you, just to get no further than anybody else caught in the rat race for Christmas.
- The noise polluting street singers, who you really just want to say “GET A F**KING REAL JOB”
- The charity workers constantly clanging their buckets, harassing by-passers and giving dirty looks to the people who just walk by and give nothing. Cut to the chase, if I want to donate, I will, if I don’t, I don’t want snotty looks off a weathered old fart! (And yes I do donate to charity, direct out of my wage packet. So don’t start on that one!)
- The adverts on TV. DFS is the worse, christ sakes, like if I had the money to spend on a new frickin’ sofa, it wouldn’t go on a new frickin’ sofa.
- Above all else, the thing that really REALLY pisses me off, is the fact all this crap starts in November! In a couple of years, Christmas will be arse about face and celebrated in summer.
Do you know, the best excuse anyone EVER gave to me about starting everything early regards Christmas was “being prepared”
I “prepare” in November to account for December, now I have to “Prepare” in October for November.
To start ranting about how Christmas used to be, I will tell you my Christmas as a kid.
Get up, sneak downstairs, take a quick peek in the living room to see our Christmas sacks with presents.
Waiting for my dad to get out of bed, then finally after all the anticipation we sit in the living room and take it in turn to open our presents.
Finally, the last present would be opened, then mum would go in the kitchen and start Christmas dinner whilst dad would try and wake up properly.
Then my brother and I would watch Christmas films, such as Dumbo whilst we open our Games Workshop games, assembling fantasy figures.
In the evening, go round to my nannan and grandads, in whilst enjoying the family get together in the dim lights, we fed, pulled crackers and were merry.
That’s what Christmas means to me.
As a parent now myself, I truly understand the pressure my mum and dad must have had, always thinking have we got enough presents to open?, have they peeled the potatoes?, is the meat cooked?
Its funny, how (personally) I start writing these posts, and reflect, possibly even get emotional with how my life has been, is and how I would like it.
Still, I’m sure everyone has their own personal experiences of Christmas that they hold dear to them, this is just mine.
So now its my turn, I’m the dad. Worrying if Caitlin has enough to open on Christmas day, have we got enough food in, enough drink etc.
I think it is so easy to loose track of what Christmas really means, and to me Christmas is “Remembered together and together remembered”. Meaning, “we remember being together with not only the family we have, but the loved ones we’ve lost, and share the memories, whilst together we create new ones to be remembered.”
To everyone who visits RBCSoftware Online, make sure your Christmas is special, with the ones you hold dear.
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Have a very Merry Christmas and a fantastic new year.