I went to our local shopping centre on Thursday this week, bubs was poorly and I’d started with the cabin fever, thinking that it was a) warm, and b) dry I thought it would be safe enough to head on down for a wander. It’s started. It’s Christmas, it’s November, we hadn’t even had Armistice Day but it was
Christmas. Undeniably and unashamedly slap you round the chops with a deely bopper at the panto style Christmas.
The walkway was full of pop up shops selling calendars, chocolates, soaps, gifts, cards, candles, the lot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no hater, I’m as Mrs Claus as the next new mummy (now I’m over the back to work panic) desperate to dress bubs up as an elf and send him out on a Christmas card so that our relatives are overcome by how he’s the cutest elf that existed (in a theoretical elf existing world), I can’t wait for him to experience the whole thing. I just disappoints me that while it invokes the child inside us all over the build up to the big day (Christmas, not wedding, although similar behaviours can be observed) it happens that the child in question is Damien from The Omen. Pushing and shoving each other determined to be front of the queue, cutting people up in traffic to get there first. Companies charging a fortune to maximise profits at an excessively expensive time anyway. People going bat shit crazy with some 16 year old temp in M&S because they sold out of mini sausages wrapped in bacon and now their life might as well be over. Driving dangerously and getting riled up because someone else got the last space in the car park, doesn’t matter it’s a 90 year old granddad buying a paper like he does every day. Today a woman shouted at me as I crossed the road with my pushchair “I’ve not got all day you know!” before speeding off at well over the limit.
Was there ever a time that we willingly sacrificed something that we really wanted to ensure the happiness of others? (I think I might be imagining that the Christmas in Little Women really happened when they gave all their food away but they were still happy because Father wrote a letter and they had each other *sob*)
I’m sure that the whole thing was about love and kindness and family and coming together and helping each other and all those other wonderful qualities that set us apart from other mammals. Please, this year, don’t be a dick about it. Let someone have the last eggnog latte or walk and let someone else have your space. Remember that it’s not all about spending the most money, buying (or receiving for that matter) the biggest presents. There are enough people making life hard for each other, be it at home or on far off shores. Show some love and raise your head high knowing that you’ve done a good thing in an ever egotistical society, 2016 might need to give us all a break but we don’t need to take it out on each other.