The Way I See It

THE urge to embrace the festivities has been strong this week, but I’m not going to lie, I’ve just not been able to get into the Christmas spirit. It’s much easier to write about things that anger me, or subjects about which others have views which conflict with my own.

Which is a shame really, because I don’t want to be perceived as some uber-serious character. especially at this time of year.

That said, Christmas doesn’t really excite me, it hasn’t really got me going since I discovered Father Christmas was a bit of a fraud. The only things capable of coming down my chimney are the occasional bird and the contents of its bladder.

Then there’s the Christmas crackers, with the jokes nearly as bad as the poor comedy routine I’ve just subjected you to. And who needs a plastic comb or a whistle? Both of which a slightly tipsy relative feels the need to blow continually at the dinner table!

The festive period is also the time of year my beloved football team traditionally implodes and the mocking taunts of my friends are enough to make me seek a bit of solace in an alcoholic drink or two (or three or four, depending on results!).

And what about the seemingly never-ending cycle of Christmas songs on the radio, in shops and stuck in my head, driving me mad. I can only take so much Mariah Carey, George Michael, or even worse, the latest X-Factor winner with their 15 minutes of fame. God, I’m so depressing, which reminds me, I’m an atheist so why am I even celebrating the birth of Christ?

On a cheerier note, I love the traditional turkey dinner, the gathering of friends, the two weeks of pure bliss with no work commitments.

So I suppose the festive season isn’t so bad after all, although I’ve not finished the Christmas shopping yet, so that perspective is definitely subject to change!

Anyway, merry Christmas and a happy New Year to everyone.