I read a post by JanH about Christmas that chimed with me. Rather than paraphrase or summarise it, I’ll give you the link here.
Cutting back does not mean a sad and miserable yule. Take away those ghastly hours in overheated shops looking for gifts you do not have any confidence the recipient will actually like, and suddenly you have time for the fun side of the jolly season.
With me at the Nine Lessons and Carols at St Bart’s the Great on Tuesday were my blogging pal TBM and some friends who are also neighbours.
These friends have decided not to give Chriatmas presents. Quite a brave move as their boys have not long entered double figures. The boys are with it in theory, but not entirely on side. The younger one, newly twelve, said they weren’t doing Christmas as Christmas really was about presents. His mother disagreed, and sang the carols loudly and rather beautifully. (Under normal circs, when do you discover your friends have good singing voices?)
In the last few years, I have had a pact with most friends not to exchange gifts. With some friends we go for a nice, but not expensive, gift, plus things culled from the charity shops. The charity shop gifts often cause the most amusement/amazement/delight.
As a consequence of this opting out of Christmas commercialism, I find I am enjoying the build up to Christmas much more. Yes, I know the lights are there to entice me into the shops, but I am remaining out in the street. Writing and sending cards is still rather intensive, but here I am, a full six days before the event and all are posted or delivered by hand. Again, I have cut back on cards I send, and it is only a matter of time before I stop altogether and make a donation to charity instead.
Aunt isn’t sending cards at all this year. The arthritis in her hands combined with the loss of energy after her suspected heart attack made the whole card business much too much.
She should receive the wildlife rescue book I ordered from Secret World; some second hand DVDs, and a bunch of new flowers in the next few days. At least one of her great nephews will call on her, and we are working on how to set up and show her how to use an Audible account. She was hinting fairly heavily on the ‘phone that she thinks this will be her last Christmas. I hope she’s wrong.
MasterB has a present that he may not get until the New Year as I should like him to enjoy it without Cookie taking it over, but at the same time I am longing to see if he likes it. So patience not being one of my virtues, he’ll probably get the cahnce to ignore it on Chrsitmas morning.
As I was munching my lentils last night and enjoying them, I thought I might ditch the annual nutroast this year, and have lentils on the 25th.
With Brussel sprouts. And champagne.
I have some standards.