Don’t get me wrong, I don’t always dislike Christmas. There’s just moments when I realise that the stress I’m feeling is largely due to Christmas; it’s unpleasant.
- A majority of the people I celebrate Christmas with don’t give a rats bottom who Christ is.
- Buying and giving presents is only fun when you find something really great or have good ideas for presents.
- Too often I have buyer’s remorse or post-buyer’s anxiety over the presents I’ve given. For example, I bought my husband a game that seemed like a great idea, but we haven’t played it yet because it’s best with 3 or more people; I made my Mum and Grandma calendars and had them printed, but even though I organised them well before Christmas they haven’t arrived yet because the company was slow to invoice me, slow to correct their invoice (which was 200% too expensive) and PayPal was slow to process my payment. Now I know my Mum has a calendar and my Grandma has “too many”.
- There’s never enough time for Christmas cards. I really wanted to send some Christmas cards, or more correctly end of year cards. To thank people for things they’d done this year and let them know I was thinking of them.
- Making phonecalls seems like an easy thing to do but I always either don’t have time or forget.
- There’s too much family. Okay, so this isn’t entirely true, I only have my family and two groups of in-laws. Our families are pretty understanding. We alternate Christmas Day between the families each year. So, we only see the others for a short time Christmas evening or Boxing Day. It still makes me feel guilty when I don’t get to see or contact certain people (see 4 and 5).
- There’s so much anticipation. This applies to hating birthdays too (not that I always do). The build-up to Christmas is so huge – how could one day possibly live up to that?
Thank goodness it’s only once a year. Perhaps one day I’ll figure out how to be a better Christian, daughter, granddaughter and a more balanced person who will survive this holiday without tears.