Entek wrote:
Xmas lights, cold nights meaning big coats and scarves, not many ppl on teh streets at night - love hate relationship here.
The day is meaningless, most of my family dont meet up with each other, prefering isolated dinners.
Too many ppl in the shops, too much noisy xmas music.
But its a pretty season, i love snow, i love the lights, i love the feeling of being wrapped up and invisible cept for my nose and eyes
This sums it up nicely...except I wish my family preferred "isolated dinners." Mine forces you to participate in their festivities, EVERY moment of them. My mother-in-law has banned me from the kitchen because I always went there to wash dishes when I couldn't take sitting around the table with everyone. Dammit.
I especially hate the loud music, and too many people in the stores. Went to buy a pair of socks two weeks ago, it took me an hour because there were too many options, Christmas music was blaring right above me and a million people were shoving past me in the aisle. Awful. And the worst bit is, it starts right after Halloween now.
The best Christmas I remember was when I was about eight and was very ill. My mother and sisters went to church Christmas Eve and the house was really quiet. My father bundled me up in coats and blankets and carried me out into the snow on his shoulders, walking around the neighborhood to see the luminaries that lined the streets. There were no cars, no one outside except us. I don't think we said anything the whole time, but it was beautiful. When we got home he set me by the fire and made me a cup of hot cocoa. Perfect.
One reason I don't like Christmas now is, I think I look more conspicuously weird during the holidays. If I absolutely can't avoid being out at stores, I am ten+ times more anxious than usual, so I count the spaces to my car in the parking lot (aloud), wring my hands whilst waiting in line, talk or hum to myself as I walk around looking for things...and often it still doesn't avert a meltdown.
I have a hard time wanting to participate in gift-giving or decorating. I enjoyed seeing the decorations my mother put up as a child and I have a few very small personal rituals, but our house is usually the last to have a tree (if at all). Preparations are too stressful. This year my five-year-old has taken over the decorating, which at first made me sad (it was obvious I wasn't meeting his expectations) but now it's delightful. Except that I bought the wrong bow for the wreath on the door, and he forbade me to use it. But if he's the one who cares...so be it!