I’m now officially on holiday from work. My husband’s finished work until 5th January, the cleaning is done, all the shopping is bought, the presents are wrapped, the cards are sent and all I have to do now is sit and wait for Christmas to arrive.
So why doesn’t it feel like Christmas?
Maybe because the world is full of Scrooges. Nobody sends Christmas cards any more. Of all the cards I sent, I got about half returned. That’s not right. It’s bad manners, apart from anything else. I always return cards, even if I’m not keen on the person I received a card from. I think Blink 182 put it best when they said, “It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand.”
But anyway, I am not a Scrooge. I will celebrate because despite everything I’ve been through in my life, and the fact that a lot of the awful stuff happened at Christmas time, it hasn’t put me off celebrating. I still love this time of year. That will never change. I’m a sucker for decorated trees, glittery cards, festive music…I love it all!
And I will also celebrate the idea that a character created by Charles Dickens all those years ago became so famous that everybody knows what I’m talking about when I say the world is full of Scrooges. And I will wish that maybe one day, one of MY characters will be one-tenth as famous as Ebeneezer Scrooge.