From the moment you wake up, to the moment you go to sleep.
This is definitely not our place at Christmas. Is there such a thing as an ideal Christmas Day? For the kids definitely. They have been brought up in the belief that there is a kind old man with a long white beard (I hated men with beards when I was a kid, but eventually married one with a three day beardand stayed for the last 48 years) who parked his reindeers on the roof and climbed down the chimney with presents. When all this happened, whilst they were sleeping, they are overjoyed and happy to begin their day by unpacking the presents. Now how did that guy know exactly what they wanted?
And here is Christmas cynical me.
My day begins in bed as long as possible. When I have checked throught my iPad I transfer to the kitchen, feed the birds and then feed myself with breakfast whilst checking in on the computer. Afterwards I clean through the appartment and cook lunch. Ah, you expect something completely different? Yes, well I do not have to go shopping, because I spent the week before buying a little every day for the Christmas holidays. Holidays: ah yes, I am a golden oldie, life is one big holiday.
After lunch I take a midday sleep and during the afternoon I might take a walk with my camera. I might write something on my computer and I will probably do something with photos – who knows. Am I still disappointing you all because I am not singing Christmas carols or putting th final touches to serving the Christmas Pudding. In Switzerland we do not have Christmas Puddings. I will cook something more on Christmas Eve, the Swiss main Christmas holiday.
This is a typical day of a normal human being that does not really do Christmas, but might enjoy watching the Dr. Who Christmas special on the TV, or seeing what the East Enders are doing at Christmas. I go to bed happy and satified that I no longer have that Christmas stress of cooking for an army and making sure that everyone is happy. I am now me, alone with Mr. Swiss and No. 1 son and I can be pleased that it is that way.
I had it all, there were the good times, but everything passes. Perhaps there were some Christmas holidays in between that were not so good, a hospital visit, or missing seeing the family in England. There is no longer a family in England, just a remainder and they have their own Christmas to celebrate with their family branches.
I am happy and contented from 24th-26th December, but do not need Christmas to prove it.