To those of us out there prepared to admit that when it comes to Christmas, we are “Grinches”, I need to share my thoughts with you on this phenomena.
A Grinch is described as “a person or thing that spoils or dampens the pleasure of others”. The name was made famous by a Dr Seuss character in a movie of the same name. I have (for a long time now) been, what I call, a Christmas Grinch. I don’t try to spoil the pleasure of others but I do find it extremely hard to get excited by the prospect of a fast approaching Christmas Day. So, by the definition, I’m probably not a true Grinch.
The very mention of Christmas (especially followed with an announcement of “how many days left”) can strike fear in my heart. It’s usually met by a rolling of my eyes, a slight quiver of my top lip and an audible moan. These physical signs are brought on from an implosion my body and brain are suffering. I am NOT the world’s best cook (so the thought of having to prepare a massive banquet of gourmet foods has my head spinning), I have been caught up in the “busy-ness” that Christmas creates and haven’t thought about presents, let alone bought any. Decorations?? Who has time to even find where they stashed them last year, let alone get them out, untangle them, and put them up? Don’t mention having to go back after yourself to clean up all the little bits of tinsel and broken angels that have fallen down in your excitement.
Tree? Where would that be?
Somewhere near the decorations? Who designed artificial Christmas Trees? Obviously a very sick man (ha ha, maybe HE was a Grinch). When you have found the tree, you have to place all those little plastic branches in the right order or otherwise you end up with a tree with a fat top instead of the beautifully sculpted one glaring back at you from the picture on the box. They never do look as beautiful as that one – something about the way they were pulled off and pushed back in the box last year, I think.
Christmas creates this extra work load which all has to be completed before THAT day – preferably at least a couple of days, so I can get out and quickly buy some presents.
It’s usually Christmas Eve when I know I HAVE to get those things wrapped or I’m going to really look like a Grinch the next day. (It’s one thing to feel like one, but I certainly don’t want my grand kids to know about my condition).
So, presents to my left, wrapping paper, scissors, sticky tape, cards and pen to my right, I grudgingly start.
Cut paper, wrap present, write on the card, put it aside (feel a funny little tingle. A nice little glow).
Next present, wrapped and put with the first one (Smile. I’m thinking about the recipient and imagining that they will love it).
Next present, wrap, put aside (start humming “It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas”).
By the time all presents are wrapped, I’m singing out loud and thinking of things I should have done “if only I had thought of it earlier”. I’m thinking that I should have bothered to look for the tree and persist with putting it together the right way up because those presents would look rather nice under a tree. A few decorations would have been nice too. Note to self: “Next year I’m going to put decorations up on 1 December (and that tree). Maybe I should play a few Christmas carols in the office through the day so I can grasp hold of this “Christmas Eve feeling” a little bit earlier? Feels quite nice.
Then there is the dawning of Christmas Day.
No matter how you celebrate your Christmas Day:
– early morning present frenzy;
– a scurry out of bed, best outfits on and off to church for the early service;
– glazing the ham, peeling prawns, getting ready to make a banquet to impress even the finest of chefs;
– or exchanging nothing more than a simple smile over your cup of tea at breakfast, there is no denying that Christmas day is special. There is a certain peace which falls over Christmas Day. Whether its just the simple fact that it is a holiday and no feeling guilty for not working or that the day itself (whatever your beliefs) holds some kind of magic – almost sparkly (or as my granddaughter, Erica would say “farkly”) – there’s no denying that it is absolutely no other day in the year quite like it.
So, Grinches (and everyone else too), on Christmas morning, have a look around you, take a deep breath in then slowly let it out and know that (for at least today) all is right in your world.
It is here! If you haven’t done your shopping yet, get out there (trust me, you’ll be so glad you did), go home and wrap those presents and start singing.
To each and everyone – have the most wonderful, peaceful and enjoyable Christmas Day.
Enjoy the holidays, drive safe and especially charge up your batteries because after the “Annus Horribilis” that was 2011 – you are going to need plenty of energy for the bright, happy and prosperous year ahead!