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Monday, December 12, 2005

chesnuts roasting on an open fire

I'm not feeling very Christmassy yet.

The presents have been bought, the local organic goose has been ordered, the unfiltered port and the Elijah Craig bourbon have been purchased... most of the material things have been sorted. I'm just not really in the mood yet.

I started stepping out with C. in 1999, but this will be the first time that we will spend Christmas together. C. usually heads off back to France to be with her parents and her brother, and I head down to my mum and dad. This year her brother is going to be in Australia, so C. decided to make the break and spend Christmas with me. Great. She also managed to accidentally invite her mum and dad to spend Christmas with me too.... Actually, that's fine too. I get on well with her parents, and they will head over from France with a car filled with delicious food and wine from the cellar, so far be it from me to complain. Lord B. will also be joining us, which will fantastic not only because he's good company, but also because it gives me someone to nip off to the pub with...

I'm still not exactly brimming with Christmas spirit though.

C. is getting very excited, and is busy making crackers, planning when we are going to get the tree, ordering a wreath for the door and a centre-piece for the table... that kind of thing. It's lovely to watch, but at the moment I'm just looking forward to a couple of extra days off work (I'll be working all but the bank holidays).

Maybe things will change this weekend when I head down to Oxford for the 8th Annual party hosted by Statue John and his housemate the Pollstar.... I think I'm the only guest to have attended every other party, and it is my honour and my duty to help our two (vegetarian) hosts with the turkey that they gamely produce for the 20-30 guests they manage to squeeze in every year.... no mean feat when you consider that we start drinking at noon, and that the "quiet night in" on the Friday always turns into a total shambles.

Hm.

Before I head down to Oxford on Friday, I've got the small matter of a visit to the neurologist out of the way. Maybe I need to get past that before I can really focus on enjoying the best of the season.

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What about you lot though? How are you doing? Swamped by the whole thing? Loving it? Dreading it?

Complete the following in 10 words or less:

"Christmas, for me, means....."

I'll ask again on Boxing Day, and we'll compare notes....

16 Comments:

  • At 8:16 pm, Blogger Mark said…

    ...lying to children, and get away with it.

     
  • At 8:34 pm, Blogger Michael said…

    ...getting ransacked and yelled at by evil shoppers.

    might I add... Elijah Craig is good bourbon. This time of year does call for a good small batch bourbon, I think you may have picked my next liquor purchase, since I still have half a bottle of scotch sitting around, and have been in the mood for something different.

     
  • At 8:58 pm, Blogger Alecya G said…

    Ten words? Come on!...okay, okay.

    Love, warm blankets, early morning kisses, cold turkey and laughter.

     
  • At 10:31 pm, Blogger HistoryGeek said…

    "Christmas, for me, means being in Minnesota seeing family and friends."

    In other words, it means getting the hell out of here for a few days. Just 7 more days of work...

     
  • At 11:27 pm, Blogger Jenni said…

    Christmas, for me, means that I will be done with exams!

     
  • At 6:02 am, Blogger Aravis said…

    ... peace, joy, giving, sharing, and swearing while wrapping presents.

     
  • At 7:44 am, Blogger the urban fox said…

    ... the S.A.D. hell of January is only round the corner.

    Sorry, did you want something about mistletoe and eggnog?

     
  • At 11:50 am, Blogger Damo said…

    ...nothing.

    Glad I'm going away this year.

     
  • At 1:43 pm, Blogger John McClure said…

    ... an end to just hanging on in there until Christmas.

     
  • At 2:20 pm, Blogger LB said…

    .....family arguments, anti-climax and huge expenditure.

    But not this year.

    Hurrah to that.

    (you'll notice the extraordinarily kindly invitation to a lonely soul with nowhere much else to go on Christmas Day, there....)

     
  • At 4:22 pm, Blogger adem said…

    bloated by drink, food, idiots, and shit TV. Wahey!

     
  • At 4:53 pm, Blogger Ali said…

    I'm not feeling christmassy at all.

    Haven't done my prezzie shopping yet, and haven't even got the plastic tree down out of the loft.

    Feeling like a proper misery. Maybe on Thursday, after the b/f's birthday, we can look to Yule.

    Christmas means laying under the tree and looking up through the branches at the twinkly lights.

     
  • At 6:53 pm, Blogger Robin said…

    Frantic Missus, manic kids, dead relatives, whirling like a dervish.

    That's my allotted ten, but I need two more:

    DOCTOR WHO!

     
  • At 8:26 pm, Blogger the urban fox said…

    Did you notice how class-specific this post is?

    "the local organic goose has been ordered, the unfiltered port and the Elijah Craig bourbon have been purchased... ordering a wreath for the door and a centre-piece for the table"

    It's a world away from a bumper tin of Quality Street, a frozen turkey and 'Buy 1 Get 1 Free' on Iceland black forest gateau.

    (Hope you, C, la famille C and Bargsy all have a whale of a day, by the way. Forgot to say that earlier.)

     
  • At 12:11 am, Blogger swisslet said…

    Oh foxy.... that's your reading. I've always been very careful on this blog to conceal my middle-class upbringing and aspirations, so I won't let you project your own class prejudices onto me.

    [cough cough]

    ST

     
  • At 2:57 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hours in front of the Nintendo

    Des

     

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