The first Christmas card of 2009 fell on to our doormat this morning. The very kind sender was very considerately wishing our family a “Very Merry Christmas” and a “Happy New Year”. I’m not being ungrateful, really I’m not, but I’ve filed it. Until it becomes relevant.
Well, I can hardly put it up on the window sill, now can I? It’s November 21st for God’s sake.
I’m still in late summer / early autumn mode if I’m honest. You know – fluffy socks some days, bare feet on others. And winter’s not officially with us until December 21st.
For me, Christmas should begin one week before and last until January 2nd, maximum. My friends keep asking, “Are you all sorted for Christmas?” No, actually, I’m not, and I’m not going to be for a while yet. I’ll get sorted for Christmas, when it’s Christmas.
Bah humbug? No, definitely not. Christmas is a wonderful time of year. But should it take up weeks and weeks beforehand? No! I’m really busy with other more important things.
In my view those lovely well-wishing people who send Christmas cards in November clearly do not have enough going on in their lives. Christmas starts on 18th December and not before.
Signed: Busy, grumpy, midlife writer
P.S. Have to say, though, I did come across this whilst writing the post. I absolutely love it because it’s light-hearted, bright and happy. Think I’ll send something similar this year (but not until 18th!).