Christmas is a hectic time for most and I am no exception. As my mum would say ‘you’re probably just tired’ and she’d probably be right but I really struggle with this yuletide season coming to an end and it has hit me today.
It happens every year and every year it surprises me, catches me off guard and I am never ready for it. I’m pretty sure it’s a combination of things really; we’ve been really busy, I’ve been travelling and unwell and I do genuinely hate it when it’s all over, I just love it so much.
For me every weekend in December is booked up pretty quickly with family occasions and get-togethers with friends, you’re all trying to fit everything in and do all the Christmassy things. Then its actual Christmas and its busy, I mean every meal time is divided up between seeing different people and its on from one house to the next. Then there is the weird week in-between Christmas and New Year when you don’t know what day it is or what your supposed to be doing, you’re eating all the Christmas food, relaxing and generally loving life. Then its New Years Eve (eurgh) and New Years day, you make resolutions and look forward to positive times ahead.
That’s when it hits me guys, thats when this overwhelming sense of sadness really sinks in. I’m all up for making resolutions and plans but the thought of doing that without Christmas cheer and festive spirit kills me. I hate the thought of the first three months of the year, the drawn out process of waiting for the days to be longer and warmer. Bleak.
Maybe its because we aren’t particularly united as a nation, especially at the moment, and Christmas feels like we are all on the same team. (like when we hosted the olympics in 2012 – that really was a special feeling of being united and inclusive) It does feel like like everyone is trying that little bit harder to be nice, to do kind things and make the effort for one and other. There are so many things I love about Christmas but I think that one is my favourite – the real festive spirit.
Of course I know it’ll come around again but that bereft feeling of it ending gets me every year. Every. Year. It must seem childish to most but I am proud of my festive joy and I hope to pass it onto my own children one day – so if you need me I’ll be in the corner eating the rest of the Roses and mince pies and shedding a small tear for the loss of Christmas – but seriously how am I even going to go back to work?!
I’m sure soon I’ll be buzzing with plans a-new and this too shall pass. I mean I really am looking forward to the challenges of another year and I will get over this feeling of sadness but I cannot be alone in this, there must be others who feel this too…..?
Happy new year one and all, I hope it brings you peace and all that you deserve, let’s get through this year and start hatching plans for next Christmas….