Something which has stuck with me for a number of years, is a conversation I had in my second year of sixth form; around Christmas time. I was sat with a few girls from English, we spoke about our plans for the big day. It occurred to me, then; that although each one of us celebrated Christmas, we didn’t really celebrate the same Christmas.
I mean, perhaps it was naively self-centred of me to assume that everybody does the same thing as me – particularly seeing as the concept of Christmas is (dare I say it) losing the overly Christian aspect. Weird – seeing as we put trees up, drink brandy and get sh*tfaced quite literally ‘in the name of the Lord’.
But it’s true! All households do Christmas differently to an extent; from activities to stockings to food, here’s a brief insight into how my family runs things on the day of the 25th:
It’s the biggie really, isn’t it? The big meal, the big Christmas lunch… or is it? Well, it is, but not at lunch time. My family save our Christmas meal for the evening, every year. Big shock incoming: we don’t even have turkey. Mostly we’ll just settle for a roast beef joint, and I’m going to pretend here that this is for some sophisticated, quirky, hipster reason surrounding us wanting to be different. It’s absolutely not because turkey gives me wind. Repeat, not.
That then begs the question… What do we have for Christmas lunch? Well, we eat light. We’ll treat ourselves to a finger-food selection from Waitrose (gosh! How frightfully bougie!). We’re talking avocado toast, we’re talking salmon and blinis, we’re talking beigels, we’re talking 5 different types of cheese… usually then we’re set until about mid-February!
I’m quite lazy. You’ve probably gathered that already, it’s not exactly a forbidden secret. No matter how persistently my parents try to convince me that ‘a Christmas walk is a thing, Hannah!’
I won’t believe it. Stop trying to make Christmas walks happen.
So, my parents call it an “appetite-builder”. An appetite-builder consisting of a power walk around our little town. And up hills. And we have to have a conversation.
I wasn’t kidding when I wrote 15 Stocking Fillers for £15, you know. I’m a huge stocking fanatic. My sister (14) and I (20) still do them every year religiously (in fact, it’s the only religious thing about our Christmas…)! We wake up at eight o’clock in the morning like two year-olds, and open them together in bed. I predict we’ll still be doing the same as forty year-olds with families of our own, albeit over Skype.
As always, leave your Christmas experiences below! I’d love to hear them! X