Why I effing love Christmas/Crimbo/Xmas whatever you call it

Hi! My name’s Erica and I effing love Christmas. I do, I reeeaaaaally do. I’m one of those weird people that likes giving presents (but hates wrapping them). I just love it. It gives me a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling inside, I get excited at the prospect of people enjoying their gift. In fact I love Christmas so much that I set up a Facebook group for fellow Crimbo lovers with my friend Anna (HERE since you asked).

Why do I love it so? Well, it’s hard to pin it down. I’m not a Christian, or religious in any sense really so it’s not about that. It’s more magical than spiritual for me, although it could be argued that the two things mean the same thing. I mean I have known the truth about Father Christmas for some years now but I still believe – I still search the sky on Christmas Eve looking for a fat fella in a sleigh being pulled by reindeer. In fact Christmas Eve is by far my favourite. I like the build up. I always have.

Annual family outing to Father Christmas

As a child I was let down (a lot) by my Father and in some ways I wonder if that is why I love Christmas so much now I have children of my own.  He left my life (pretty much for good) by the age of 9 or 10. I still recall sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for a card or present to be delivered that never arrived. At the time it hurt and I didn’t understand and now I’m a parent I cannot fathom how someone could do that to their child but I understand that it wasn’t me and that parents have flaws. That is probably why I want to make every second of Christmas as magical and special as possible for them for as long as I can get away with it. Big L is 6 now and I wonder how many more years he will be asking if Father Christmas will be leaving “magic dust” on the carpet. It’s talc by the way, before you call Social Services.

I went through a stage in my twenties and early thirties (pre kids) where it wasn’t particularly cool to like Christmas, the best bit was all the parties and the drinking and over indulgence. Now it is all about my children and my family, OK and a bit of booze and maaaaybe a party if I’m invited. Don’t get me wrong I don’t put too much pressure on myself, I don’t do the Elf on a Shelf – I’m too lazy for that. But I do do my best to make sure everyone has a lovely time, it makes me happy to see them happy. If I have the time and energy we make gingerbread men and mince pies – but if not I buy them and I certainly buy my cake.

For me it is a feeling of togetherness. We drive around our local town and look at people’s decorations. It’s like everyone is saying “Merry Christmas” to you. The vibe changes. Instead of being miserable or just going about your day you become happier and wish strangers a Merry Christmas! Even Christmas films give me the feels (especially the made-for-TV movies) I don’t think I’ve made it through one this year without shedding a tear.

I love that wave of festive emotion that comes over you every so often. I don’t wish it could be Christmas every day because that would spoil it but I don’t see anything wrong in enjoying it for as long as possible.

Merry Christmas! xx



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