It's a weird one, isn't it? How you can feel so overcome by the jittery, warm, overwhelming feeling of Christmas approaching.
I'll hold my hands up and say I'm the type of person who cranks the cliched seasonal songs in November, I'm the type of person who feels excitement over the unveiling of minced pies. Sure, I disagree with the snow themed decorations lining the shelves in October, but as the end of the year approaches I am on that festive bandwagon, with bells on (sometimes literally).
Some people don't get it, and I completely understand that. I understand the corporate sentiment that revolves around December. I understand how infuriating the relentless selling can be, as the stress of buying gifts looms while the strings of your purse get tighter, and the message of communion gets lost in a murky pool of consumerism. Believe me, I understand that.
Sometimes I don't understand myself. You'd think that by the sheer amount of shitty Christmases I've had, I'd be the world's biggest Grinch. Hiding away from the holidays like I hide my face from the world on a morning when I don't want to get up. When it's cold, and grey, and you feel the year beginning to drag...
But that's exactly why I immerse myself in festivity. Excitement. Joy. The bright lights, the joviality, the feeling of community. The feeling of something lovely approaching.
I don't think it's even really so much to do with Christmas itself. It's welcoming back the memories, the food, the catchy melodies, and the smiles that line people's faces when they come on. It's simply having something to look forward to. People you look forward to seeing. Comfort you look forward to embracing.
If none of these things, it's a break from work. It's a coming-together of friends. It's the one time of year in my privileged world that everybody's home, and everybody's at least a little bit happy to be there.
Feeling festive to me goes hand in hand with finding joy, and feeling grateful. And I think those two things are perhaps more important than ever right now.