It’s funny what I end up producing when I’m seemingly wide
awake at 2am. Without further ado..
To quote Peter Griffin: "you know what really grinds my
gears?" Well, the answer to that question is.... CHRISTMAS.
Hear me out on this one. Pretty please?
Hear me out on this one. Pretty please?
I'm British and happen to come from a part of the country
where it rains all the time, does that not give me a legitimate right to moan a
little tiny bit? Well, I'm going to anyway.
Being a single man for longer than I wish to admit,
Christmas is second only to Valentines Day on the list of occasions which GET
ON MY F*%KING TITS.
But, I shall explain myself... I'm aware this is somewhat contradictory, but I actually enjoy Christmas Day. The 25th December, that is, and not the whole completely unneeded six month build-up from the very moment Summer begins to show signs of decline.
I enjoy watching my niece excitedly opening her presents. I enjoy being unable to sleep due to the sight of unopened presents at my bedside, before waking up in that sleep deprived state at 7am and fighting the urge to roll over and go back to sleep in case there's a crate of beer in your stocking.
And more than anything, I enjoy having my whole family together. It's the best feeling in the world.
As previously stated, what I really dislike is the build-up to Christmas. It sends a shudder down my spine to log into Facebook in mid-July and see somebody informing the world how many days there are until the 25th December. I absolutely detest seeing advent calendars on sale in October. TWO MONTHS BEFORE THEY'RE ACTUALLY NEEDED.
It is not 'nearly Christmas' when we haven't even reached official winter yet.
What's more, nowadays Christmas feels evermore ironic. It's a religious celebration which is happily and openly celebrated by people who aren't religious. I was brought up as a Christian, but was let free to have my own choice over whether to carry that lifestyle on as I grew up. I chose not to.
Religion has never interested me but I wouldn't necessarily class myself as an atheist.
The truth is that we're all happy to forget the reason Christmas is actually celebrated. Even as somebody who rarely enters a church, I still find that depressing.
And the more commercialised it gets, the earlier the preparations start, the more we'll forget about the real reason this occasion even exists.
But, I shall explain myself... I'm aware this is somewhat contradictory, but I actually enjoy Christmas Day. The 25th December, that is, and not the whole completely unneeded six month build-up from the very moment Summer begins to show signs of decline.
I enjoy watching my niece excitedly opening her presents. I enjoy being unable to sleep due to the sight of unopened presents at my bedside, before waking up in that sleep deprived state at 7am and fighting the urge to roll over and go back to sleep in case there's a crate of beer in your stocking.
And more than anything, I enjoy having my whole family together. It's the best feeling in the world.
As previously stated, what I really dislike is the build-up to Christmas. It sends a shudder down my spine to log into Facebook in mid-July and see somebody informing the world how many days there are until the 25th December. I absolutely detest seeing advent calendars on sale in October. TWO MONTHS BEFORE THEY'RE ACTUALLY NEEDED.
It is not 'nearly Christmas' when we haven't even reached official winter yet.
What's more, nowadays Christmas feels evermore ironic. It's a religious celebration which is happily and openly celebrated by people who aren't religious. I was brought up as a Christian, but was let free to have my own choice over whether to carry that lifestyle on as I grew up. I chose not to.
Religion has never interested me but I wouldn't necessarily class myself as an atheist.
The truth is that we're all happy to forget the reason Christmas is actually celebrated. Even as somebody who rarely enters a church, I still find that depressing.
And the more commercialised it gets, the earlier the preparations start, the more we'll forget about the real reason this occasion even exists.
Not such a scrooge after all then…
