Despite the high street rolling out Christmas decorations and music earlier each year, I’ve held off writing about the festive season until December.
I’ve not resisted writing about yuletide because I’m a ‘Bah Humbug!’ about it, quite the opposite; I absolutely love Christmas. I just don’t like what the high street wants to turn it into.
For me, Christmas is about being with loved ones, drinking and eating too much, watching Die Hard and Elf and falling asleep in the afternoon to the twinkle of Christmas tree lights. I love the Christmas Day walk in the park, where you pass children on their new bikes and people stop to wishing each other a Merry Christmas.
What a brilliant time of year.
It’s because of my love of Christmas that I despise the fact that cynical high street store roll out the tinsel and festive tunes early, imploring us to part with our cash as soon as Halloween decorations are packed up, making us think that we need two months of buying stuff in order to get into the Christmas spirit and not be caught in the mad Christmas Eve rush.
The commericalisation of Christmas makes me feel a bit sad. I don’t want any gifts – if I want something that badly I’ve probably already bought it for myself.
Of course, gift giving is a feel good moment, probably more so for the giver than the receiver, but if we were honest with ourselves we’d probably admit that the stuff we give (like the stuff we receive) isn’t actually wanted or needed.
The good news is that my spending challenge means I won’t be able to partake in the pre-Christmas shopping scrum. My family are fine with this and have agreed that they won’t expect anything from me and won’t give me anything either. In fact, they seemed relieved to have one less person to buy for.
I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who would be relieved to reduce the cost of their present, spend less time worrying about and buying gifts and more time with their families.
As for me, I won’t be out in the shops on Christmas Eve or any day before then.