When I was young, we used to have Christmas programmes in the church that were never really on the day of Christmas.
The earliest memory I remember, is me puking into the gutter, sick as a wet dog.
Christmas has never really been a great time for me. I see people put up festive lights, some go as far setting up giant Christmas trees to get into the festive mood. For me, Christmas is a time to enjoy happiness in others. Seeing other people happy makes me really happy, so even though I don’t get presents, lights, or a tree, I am okay to see everyone else have that.
In our family, we don’t celebrate Christmas the way others do. We gather together, have a meal and just appreciate that we’re alive. We usher in the new year with a church service then we go home to sleep because these services are usually all-nighters. We also do some ‘spring-cleaning’ to the house because, hey, it needs a ‘new year, new me’ facelift too.
While others look towards the holidays as a rest period, for me, it has always just been another day in the life of a human.
