Let me preface this post by saying I don’t care if anyone gets offended by it. If you are offended by it, then it has touched a nerve and you will need to look long and hard as to why it has!
So, Christmas is usually a bad time for me. A time where I get more anxious than usual. A time that I least enjoy out of the whole year. A time where arguments/fighting are the norm.
Christmas is the time where I am oft mistook for a Grinch, or for Scrooge. Truth be told, I am neither of those things. My disdain for this time of year stems from all the bad Christmases I had growing up.
Christmas growing up was never uneventful. It wasn’t filled with good things. It was fighting and arguing. Never a Christmas has gone by without there being some kind of family fight or argument.
This is why I am mistaken for being Scrooge. I don’t hate Christmas. I hate what Christmas represents now. It represents arguments/fighting and commercialism. I am very traditional when it comes to Christmas.
I can count on one hand the number of Christmases that I have had that have been brilliant. Christmas just gone being one of them.
We went to church and had a carol service intermingled with the true story of Christmas. It was a wonderful service and very traditional. This is what it is all about.
We were invited to my brothers house for Christmas dinner, but decided against it as this would cause yet more trouble. We would be seen to be favouring one part of the family over another. It is not worth the hassle of it.
After the service, we were invited to an American family’s house to spend Christmas afternoon with them. It was Jamie, myself, the missionaries and this wonderful family. It was mom, dad, the brothers and the sister.
They are a cool family. We sat and chilled. We chatted, ate some food, played some phase 10 (which Jamie won, and I AM NOT BITTER AT ALL! LOL). We watched the brothers and the sister play on their DS.
There were no cross words, no fighting, nothing awful about it at all. This is what Christmas is all about. If you all had seen me there you wouldn’t see the Grinch or Scrooge that you think you see.
Thank you to mom, dad, the brothers and the sister for making this Christmas an enjoyable one for Jamie & I. You truly are angels!
The only other Christmases I remember like that were when we went and spent it with mom and dad Wilcox and family.