I think there should be an apostrophe in the title but for the life of me I can’t decide where.
I love Christmas. I always have. A couple of years ago I wasn’t very happy at this time of year and decided that I was going to do the Bah! Humbug! version of Christmas but after a couple of people vaguely wafted (cool word – wafted) mulled wine and mince pies in my direction I was back happily Rocking around the Christmas Tree again. My will power is pitiful.
Anyway, something feels amiss this year. Perhaps it is the fact that I have done all my present shopping so I have stopped thinking about it. Perhaps it is because we have decided not to decorate the flat because we are all popping home for Christmas at one time or another so there didn’t seem much point. That and the fact that after the Christmas tree incident of 2003 I am not allowed a real tree again.
Things are different this year. Last year we had a big flashy do in London and I got to wear The Perfect Dress that was Very Posh and floor length and I felt like a princess for a night and walked through the streets of London in perfect dress and bare feet (seems mental now – felt good at the time – yay Champagne). This year – nothing. Last year we had our 2nd annual Pre Christmas Party with friends where we swapped silly presents. This year – nothing as G#1 is away and it just wouldn’t be the same without her here meeting her annual Christmas monkey (mental note to self – must explain what it is when G#1 meets her monkey in another post). Last year we had Christmas lunches (plural) – this year we have one (single) but it has been so difficult to organise and I have ended up going with people I would rather not go with.
So I guess I’m just not in the spirit of things yet this year. Maybe it will happen when I get home to my mums (2 weeks and 4.5 hours people – woo hoo). Perhaps it is just going to be a lot more low key than the other years. I know it will hit me on Christmas Eve in the pub with all of the people I only see once a year on Christmas Eve in the pub. Until then I guess I will just wait and see.
Or perhaps I will dust of my cheesey Christmas CD’s and listen to them on my way to London on Saturday!