It’s that time of year again. The one where everyone gets together and celebrates, makes merry and has a jolly good time. At least in theory.
Thing is, I don’t “do” Christmas.
I don’t decorate my house, I don’t go to church, I don’t get in the festive spirit and I don’t wish people “Merry Christmas”.
I don’t because I’m not a Christian – and because I feel like a hypocrite for celebrating something that I don’t believe in.
Yes, I know that Christmas is a time to remember family and friends – but hell, what’s wrong with doing that all year round? (I have the same problem with Valentine’s Day). I don’t need Christmas as an excuse to tell my dad I love him, or to buy my mum something because I know she’ll love it. I don’t need a day set aside to make the special people in my life feel special because I try to do that all the time.
So Christmas doesn’t mean a great deal for me – apart from hubby getting a nice long vaccation from work and the chance to do some work on the new house.
So Bah Humbug to the lot of you (and enjoy the vaccation!).