We no longer have Christmas to look forward to. TV schedules are back to being ordinary and rubbish until New Year’s Eve, when you totally plan to be out, drinking champagne/cocktails/beer and exchanging bon mots with fascinating people.
These few days between the two main events of winter are usually a little sad. Half your friends and family are back at work, even though those with ‘desk jobs’ will be spending today, Thursday and Friday spinning round in their task chair and surfing the net (hi!) rather than actually working. The other half was clever and booked themselves a short holiday.
To be frank, unless you have very exciting plans for New Year to look forward to then the period between Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve are dull and depressing. Neither one nor t’other.
We are determined to be optimists at Squeamish Bikini however, so here are some reasons to be glad Christmas is over.
These few days between the two main events of winter are usually a little sad. Half your friends and family are back at work, even though those with ‘desk jobs’ will be spending today, Thursday and Friday spinning round in their task chair and surfing the net (hi!) rather than actually working. The other half was clever and booked themselves a short holiday.
To be frank, unless you have very exciting plans for New Year to look forward to then the period between Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve are dull and depressing. Neither one nor t’other.
We are determined to be optimists at Squeamish Bikini however, so here are some reasons to be glad Christmas is over.
1. Newspapers and Magazines can stop printing features about Christmas. It isn’t the features that bother me so much as the writer’s fear of repetition. Meaning apparently sensible adults are forced to write (and in turn read) words such as ‘Chrissie day’ ‘Crimbo’ and so on.
2. Soon the alarming house decorations of Santa climbing in through the window will be taken down. This is odd on several counts; most confusing is when these figures are peculiarly lean for Santa and when people hang more than one from their window ledges.
3. For a couple of days you are no longer obliged to inject Fun into every activity you partake in, nor give everything the prefix of Christmas. People can go out for plain drinks, not Christmas Drinks. A walk’s a walk, not a Christmas walk, no-one can announce a Christmas poop and a nap is no longer a Christmas nap but an indication you’re flagging.
Ok I am flagging. I just can’t keep up this cynicism. I love Christmas, I definitely love adding a Christmas prefix to everything. The first two on that list were the only things I could honestly think of that I hate about Christmas.
The thought of going to Asda and not listening to Last Christmas Wham!*gets my heart sinking so low it can acquaint itself with my spleen. I mourn the Christmas run up and propose we come up with some kind of March festival I can look forward to and start preparing for now.
*Second George Michael reference on Squeamish ever. Merry Christmas!
Squeamish Kate
2. Soon the alarming house decorations of Santa climbing in through the window will be taken down. This is odd on several counts; most confusing is when these figures are peculiarly lean for Santa and when people hang more than one from their window ledges.
3. For a couple of days you are no longer obliged to inject Fun into every activity you partake in, nor give everything the prefix of Christmas. People can go out for plain drinks, not Christmas Drinks. A walk’s a walk, not a Christmas walk, no-one can announce a Christmas poop and a nap is no longer a Christmas nap but an indication you’re flagging.
Ok I am flagging. I just can’t keep up this cynicism. I love Christmas, I definitely love adding a Christmas prefix to everything. The first two on that list were the only things I could honestly think of that I hate about Christmas.
The thought of going to Asda and not listening to Last Christmas Wham!*gets my heart sinking so low it can acquaint itself with my spleen. I mourn the Christmas run up and propose we come up with some kind of March festival I can look forward to and start preparing for now.
*Second George Michael reference on Squeamish ever. Merry Christmas!
Squeamish Kate
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