Christmas tends to be fairly repetitive. Okay, it's an annual holiday, it should be expected to be such, as otherwise it's not really an annual thing. But I'm not referring to how it's always on the twenty fifth of December. I'm on about how every years Christmas is always somehow similar to the one prior.
You'll probably find yourself getting a pair of socks. You'll probably eat a turkey. You might sit and watch the queens speech. You might even find yourself getting drunk. Of course, it's possible you won't, you might be a footless teetotal vegan who despises the monarchy for all I know. Though even then it'll be the same.
See, this is the thing about Christmas, it's inevitably predictable. I guarantee my twin sister will be most eager to get up, duly awaiting all the possessions other peoples money can buy her. Meanwhile my brother will get depressed because he didn't get all the stuff he wanted, and I'll generally sit around wondering if, from what people have brought me, they actually know me at all.
But that's not all there is to my predictions. We'll spend the morning after opening through our presents sorting and either playing with/wearing/watching/listening to, what we got each other, before the Christmas dinner is eaten, That usually takes a good hour, and then there's the tree presents.
Tree presents are a bizarre idea, that I'm actually quite fond of. See, the idea is that everyone has to buy a main present that's given in the morning, and a smaller present done after the dinner called the tree present. This is usually cheaper, and tends to be less "she wants this" but more "I think she'll enjoy this".
Either way, that gives way to an afternoon of resenting each others company, and an evening watching Xmas TV and moaning that nowt good is on (this year's highlight is undoubtedly the Doctor Who episode with the first few minutes repeated from Children in Need). That's the usua Christmas in my house, down to a tee.
Isn't it sad then that I know for a fact that it will be like this? I mean Christmas is surely supposed to be a special time of year, right? But yet, why's it so special if you can second guess each one? I mean yes, it's not your average weekday, but still, a bit of variety woudn't kill people woud it? Even with Christmas being traditional.
But then, this one does depend on the people involved. Despite everything I know about my family, this year we've got a (mostly unwanted) visitor in the form of my sister's boyfriend. Bar her and perhaps my mom, nobody wants him there, but he will be, so I imagine it'll be even less sociable.
Likewise, I know every Christmas I have here will be like this, but I also know I won't spend all my Christmases there. One day I'll have my own place, with maybe my own wife and kids. When that's the case I won't have to worry about my sister being all possessive about things, or my mom moaning about burnt turkeys.
Well, not unless I invite them around...
See, this is the thing about Christmas, it's inevitably predictable. I guarantee my twin sister will be most eager to get up, duly awaiting all the possessions other peoples money can buy her. Meanwhile my brother will get depressed because he didn't get all the stuff he wanted, and I'll generally sit around wondering if, from what people have brought me, they actually know me at all.
But that's not all there is to my predictions. We'll spend the morning after opening through our presents sorting and either playing with/wearing/watching/listening to, what we got each other, before the Christmas dinner is eaten, That usually takes a good hour, and then there's the tree presents.
Tree presents are a bizarre idea, that I'm actually quite fond of. See, the idea is that everyone has to buy a main present that's given in the morning, and a smaller present done after the dinner called the tree present. This is usually cheaper, and tends to be less "she wants this" but more "I think she'll enjoy this".
Either way, that gives way to an afternoon of resenting each others company, and an evening watching Xmas TV and moaning that nowt good is on (this year's highlight is undoubtedly the Doctor Who episode with the first few minutes repeated from Children in Need). That's the usua Christmas in my house, down to a tee.
Isn't it sad then that I know for a fact that it will be like this? I mean Christmas is surely supposed to be a special time of year, right? But yet, why's it so special if you can second guess each one? I mean yes, it's not your average weekday, but still, a bit of variety woudn't kill people woud it? Even with Christmas being traditional.
But then, this one does depend on the people involved. Despite everything I know about my family, this year we've got a (mostly unwanted) visitor in the form of my sister's boyfriend. Bar her and perhaps my mom, nobody wants him there, but he will be, so I imagine it'll be even less sociable.
Likewise, I know every Christmas I have here will be like this, but I also know I won't spend all my Christmases there. One day I'll have my own place, with maybe my own wife and kids. When that's the case I won't have to worry about my sister being all possessive about things, or my mom moaning about burnt turkeys.
Well, not unless I invite them around...
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