It’s that time of year again, where any stock phrase summons up jingle bells and a melody. Or else Noddy Holder bursts out of your subconscious screaming down your lughole. But it’s fine, because it’s Christmas!
As a child, I loved Christmas. Absolutely loved it. Even despite deciding, on a trip to Lapland at about 7 years old, that Father Christmas no longer existed because the “real” Father Christmas would have known I had no brothers or sisters to play Twister with. Not only that, but I was very suspicious of Mrs Christmas. More like Mrs Santa’s Sister if you ask me.
I love the whole winter set up. Mince pies, mulled wine. I cope a lot better in cold weather than hot weather. When we go up to the farm I wear a pair of leggings under jeans with my waterproofs on top, and then a vest, t-shirt, jumper, hoodie and fleece-lined jacket. I might look like the Michelin man but I’m warm enough – especially when I get chopping fodder beet. I always think you can put more clothes on when it’s cold but when it’s hot, you get to a point when you can’t take more off.
I put the tree up at the weekend and have finally got round to decorating it.
The first lot of lights now don’t work so we have improvised. I also seem to have lost another box of decorations – this is the problem with moving before Christmas!
I’m not sure where December has come from, really. I’m still convinced it’s NaNoWriMo and I have plenty of time yet. I still have loads of presents to get and Christmas cards to write, not to mention the Christmas dinner to prepare for – we’re hosting this year! I’m quite sure I can just stick HeartXmas on the radio and get by. I’m not sure where this uncharacteristic optimism has come from. I must be mellowing in my old age.
Things I love about Christmas
How Christmas feels
Christmas cheer has to be up there – and by cheer I just mean that magical atmosphere that come December seems to infect the world. I love walking round town when all the Christmas lights are on, driving past doors with wreaths hanging, catching the odd song on the radio. The sight of Brussels sprouts in the
supermarket greengrocer’s is enough to fill anyone’s heart with joy. (I also just had to google how to properly write Brussels sprout – who knew the third s is obligatory? And I pretend to be a home vegetable grower, shame on me!)
I do think this time of year does something to people. For some people, it imbibes them with an inescapable hysteria married with stress, panic and too much to do in too little time. That will probably be me come 23rd December when I’ve finished work and realise I have so much yet to do. But for others, they seem to light up from within with a beautiful rosy glow that is quite simply wonderful. I would like to think that’s me up until 22nd, but we’ll see.
I’m hoping to make a pair of wreaths this year. I’ve bought two frames of differing sizes and have watched Youtube videos in the hope of conquering my dream to become a homemade queen. Pfft. Anyway, if you see me loitering around the countryside with a pair of secateurs, just walk on by.
The sound of Christmas
One of my favourite things about Christmas is music. Every year I gather my selection of specific Christmas/wintry CDs and have them on permanent rotation in the car. Except this year I got Taylor Swift’s Reputation so I’ve been listening to that on an eternal loop because I’m pretty digging it. But my essential Christmas listening has had an update this year, with my favourite singer of all time, Tarja Turunen, releasing a Christmas CD (!!!).
Here is the list for 2018:
- Katherine Jenkins – This is Christmas
- Michael Buble – Christmas
- Tarja – From Spirits and Ghosts (A Score for a Dark Christmas)
- Nightwish – Oceanborn
- AFI – Decemberunderground
Special mention must also be given to Florence and the Machine’s Ceremonials, which always reminds me of this time of year, plus the deliciously wicked A Grim Christmas by Dark Sarah, a standalone song from a new artist I discovered this year.
Now I know there are some random choices in there, and Michael Buble stands a mile out. But Nightwish covered Walking in the Air, and Sacrament of Wilderness has to be the wintriest, snowiest song ever. And how can you have Christmas without a song called Love Like Winter?
I love me a good carol, and both Tarja and Katy J cover one of my favourite traditional hymns, O Come O Come Emmanuel. Tarja’s version of We Three Kings is sublime.
In terms of pop Christmas – you can’t beat a good bit of Shakin’ Stevens!
I love Christmas food. I went to Harrogate the other weekend with my girlies and we went to Costa and all four of us had the pigs in blanket panini. Oh my God, it was quite out of this world. The perfect union of savoury, sweet, peppery – it was mind-blowing. I still think about it to this day.
We are having my family over for Christmas. My mother’s comment was “since you have the nice new cooker you can do Christmas”. So I’m catering for 6, which will be the biggest number I’ve had to cook for before. Luckily I have a gorgeous Belling range with two (!) ovens. Contrary to tradition, we’re having a big chicken rather than a turkey. Some people don’t like turkey, Nana’s making a goose for those of us that like goose, and so we need a chicken. I did us two a Sunday roast yesterday and the chicken crisped up wonderfully so pleased with that, and my Yorkshires were like mountains.
I baked a fruit cake for Pickering horty show and while it didn’t come anywhere – I didn’t even get the family leaning, can you believe! – I think if I shave the burnt bits off and cover it with icing, it’ll be gorge. It smells wonderful and Christmassy. One thing I make every year is a Roulade – not sure where I’ll find the time for that!
I’m not looking forward to the Christmas food shop, but I’ll leave that for a Things I Don’t Like About Christmas post.
In recent years, Christmas has become very commercialised and very consumer-driven, though I do believe we are seeing a resurgence in the meaning of Christmas – you can take it to its pagan roots, or we can go Christian. While I’m not an avid church-goer, I am religious, and I do work in an establishment that does have its own abbey, so I’m around it a lot. I’ve gone to Midnight Mass numerous times with Nana, and while we didn’t go last year because it was out at one of the further parishes, I still watched the televised version, which is a bit more serious than I’m used to.
The family emphasis always makes me think of those no longer with us. I’m of an age now that means I have felt the cruel exploitation of time. As someone who gets emotional at the slightest thing, and I mean a particularly sad cello solo can get me going for no reason other than it was beautiful, it can be a sad time of year. So I try to make the most of it with my family, and look to the future.
What are your favourite things about Christmas? Put them in the comments!
Thanks for reading, and look out for ‘Things I Don’t Like About Christmas’, coming to a Scrooge near you!