Oh. Is it Christmas already?
I hadn’t really noticed.
And no, I’m not being facetious.
I’m really not feeling the Christmas feels at all this year. There’s just … well, aside from a pile of unwrapped presents, rolls of wrapping paper, scissors and sticky tape plonked on the dining room table that I’ve just cleared off for the 75th time this week … there’s just … nothing.
I thought it was just me; possibly well over the Christmas thing because it’s been in my face since the day after Halloween (if not before in some cases and places) and that I’ve just had sooooooo muuuuuuuuch going on. Monkey Boy’s birthday at the beginning of December takes the focus off any thoughts of Christmas, because I choose to focus on him first.
Being relatively new to a lovely new project requiring 40 hours of my time each week, I thought also had something to do with it.
Kids starting new schools, me being all very excited about going on an adventure and being far, far too impatient to be waiting nine or so months for that to happen is making me think about it more. A year long course that requires homework – ack! – and a lot of devotion is also cutting into my brain space and time.
It’s not just me, though. Everyone I’m speaking to seems be suffering the same Non-Christmas Feels fate.
It is a rather strange feeling this year.
Are you feeling it, too?
Possibly, it’s the heat. It’s been a hot one in most parts of Australia this last few weeks. Super Hot, approaching Uber Hot. I don’t understand why our Santa can’t be clad in red budgie smugglers and a sun-smart hat. Possibly a rash vest, and a pair of comfy thongs (the footwear, not the underwear).
Ok, I do understand the no budgie smuggler bit, but the rest of it; why do we have a Coca-Cola branded Santa? Why can’t Speedo or some other authentically Australian (or New Zealand, cos I’m sure their Santa feels it the same over there) brand be our Santa’s sponsor?
Although I’m not feeling the Christmas Feels, I am really feeling for our Santa’s. I’ve seen more than one wilted, not-so-jolly man in red. Serioulsy, it would not suprise me in the least if we had the occasional Santa go postal.
Just take a moment to contemplate that mix, if you would; overtired, hot, cranky kids, possibly freaked out over the Santa thing anyway, being dragged around by tireder, hotter, crankier mums, stressed the fuck out and trying to meet her Christmas Expectations (or those imposed upon her, or both), to be plonked on the knee of a man, inappropriately dressed (for the weather), who has had to deal with a string of the aforementioned already.
Give the man a vodka on the rocks. LOTS and lots of ice! Fuck it. Give him a margarita before he loses his shit. Have one for yourself too.
It’s crazy, huh?
Anyhoo, that’s by the by. It’s crazy insane, but it doesn’t really account, I don’t think, for the lack of festivity and Christmas spirit going on this year.
Although the excessive heat does tend to suck all the joy out of people, so maye it is it.
I can’t help, though, but wonder if as a society we have just gone a little bit too politically correct and worried about offending. Although there haven’t been complaints, this year at least, or none that I’ve seen, about kindergarter Christmas festivities being cancelled due to fears of offending those who practice religions other than Christian, or offending those of other races, cultures or ethnicity, I just feel we’re playing it all too safe.
As in, we’re so worried about offending, that we’ll allow ourselves to be all Christmassy in ‘safe’ places; in our homes, with certain work colleagues, some groups of friends or family, but we don’t feel comfortable being our usual, open and free selves about it.
Maybe there’s just too much media, intent on upholding the fear of terrorism, and replaying it all so much, so skewed, so persistently that it has become ingrained in our minds. We can’t be ‘happy’ because the world is a sad, bad place to be right now.
Or maybe we’ve tipped the scales of Individuality, because let’s be honest, Christmas hasn’t been about the religion for years. It never has been for me, for I am not a religious person. For me, it has always been about the giving (and recieving) but also it is my time to really show my appreciation for those who have supported me over the year. It’s a good excuse for me say thanks, and is also an assurity that I’ll actually do it 🙂
So I don’t care about the religious aspect, but I think it’s really got to the point that is being commercialism and consumerism and all about “me, me, me”. Not me specifically, but about the indivudual, what they want, what they’re getting out of it, how they want it to go … and yes, I am generalising greatly, because most of the people I am directly connected to aren’t like this at all.
But I do see it on the broader scale, on social media, at shopping centres, at schools, in the playground. Christmas is all about the individual and their expectations being met. At least, that’s what I’ve observed.
Maybe it’s all of these things, or maybe it’s none.
Either way, I’m just not getting the vibe this year.
I am, however, freaking excited about all of my plans for next year! If I could just skip the next few days, all obligations met, and I could focus on what’s next, then that would make me happy.
Alas, t’is not to be. So I will enjoy the company and the celebrations we have planned over the next few days. I will set about clearning my table for the 76th time this week, and hopefully getting some self-satisfaction through the giving I will be doing.
(I won’t lie – I do also hope I get a nice present or two. Gifts, as you may know, is my Love Language.)
Merry Christmas to you and your beloveds. I hope it’s a good one.
Have a margarita or two, be nice to Santa, get him a really bit water pistol and a couple of bottles of chilled water. He deserves it.
Be nice to you, too x