Thursday, 1 December 2011

The Season of Good Will......

The first of December. Who'd believe it?  I have to confess that Christmas has never been a time that I have enjoyed,  in fact I would confess to cringing at it's arrival every year. I know there are loads of folk who can't wait to deck the halls but sadly if I could afford it,  I would jump on a plane to somewhere warm and pretend that it had never happened. Obviously having the kids has helped things but I don't think that I will ever truly relax at this time of the year. Why? Because Christmas was always a nightmare when I was a kid and a teenager - mainly because my mother could not cope with the stress of entertaining and morphed into an even worse control freak than usual. Christmas day was always a ruddy nightmare because we were not allowed to make a mess or get in the way in anyway. Dressed up in our Sunday best (to sit in the house - what was all that about?!) it was no fun what so ever. Invariably she went so high that a row would ensue between her and my Dad (usually not his fault) and then the atmosphere was thicker than the turkey gravy.  Dinner would arrive along with the guests (always late).  My paternal grandmother, her pal and an aunt of my Dads, a malevolent, bloomer wearing woman who masqueraded as a 'Christian'. Yes,  another one of those folk who went to church and thought because of it she could get away with being nasty. A major disappointment was awaiting her. (Note : putting ten quid in the Sunday School pot once a year doesn't necessarily curry favour either.) We would sit round the table while Gran's pal would polish off a ostrich sized turkey leg after proclaiming that she 'would never eat all that', aye right.  She said that every year.   I would sit in revulsion as Auntie P would chew her food with teeth that looked like she was breaking them in for a race horse.  It was like a scene from Roald Dahl's 'Twits'.  Highlight of the day was 'The Dick Emery Show' and 'The Morecambe and Wise Christmas Special'.  No wonder I have had such an aversion to Christmas. No amount of presents was worth the misery.

Until recently S and I have had Christmas on our own with the kids  mainly because I really could not bear the family thing at Christmas. Last year we had his mum, my brother in law and sister in law and the kids.  It was actually nice. Hopefully I have cracked the  curse of Christmas.........