This year, same as last, I am not keeping Christmas. Or Stressmas as I prefer to call it. Scrooge? Bah humbug? Perhaps. But enforced jollity has never been my thing and podding out pounds for tat I can’t afford and no one wants is not my idea of fun. Sod the calendar. Have a good time at your own choosing I say.
It’s not been an easy decision to make. Despite having no living parents and no children between us, the other half and I have nevertheless found it difficult to put our foot down over this and have the kind of stress-free Christmas we want, not the one others decide we should have. Actually I’ve found it difficult; he’s just said, I don’t want to do it and I’ve never wanted to do it. Like many men perhaps?
So I’ve always been terribly torn this time of year. Do I do as others want me to, as himself wants me to or as I want? Sometimes, it’s very hard to work out what this actually is! Read More→