Friday, December 16, 2005

Season of good will if

I've already said I dislike Christmas but I have extra issues this year.

Because of my illness I have felt unable to get excited or organised this year, so cards have not been sent. I hope friends will understand when they get the email with a short clip of the children singing a carol instead.

School has been a large factor in my mood this term. A dear friend of mine has been on the receiving end of what can only be described as bare faced bullying which has gone undealt with by the senior management. I can't understand how someone can be downright foul to such a caring and professional person. I am distinctly worried about how the whole school will change as result of what eventually happens. We need strong leadership, a close knit team and to be as supportive as we have always been in the past, but I think times they could be a changin'

School has thankfully broken up ( the joy of working in a private school) so today was spent tidying up, putting up new displays and unwrapping the pile of choccies and other presents I'd been given. Why is there always one strangely compelling yet distinctly awful gift? No I won't divulge which one!

What has happened to Christmas?

I'm sure I can't be the only person to have noticed how many miserable faces there are around at the moment. So many people are complaining about Christmas. It seems so much worse than previous years.
The papers are full of articles about debts spiralling and how much expectation there is to provide all the must have presents, especially for children.
I have always disliked Christmas, from the days when, as the youngest, by far, of four daughters I watched my mum slave away for days and days to produce the perfect Christmas Day only for the rest of the family to consume everything without a word of thanks.
Now with children of my own I appreciate the pressures. So much so that this year I have insisted that hubby gets involved with the organisation of everything from pressies to food.
The highlight of Christmas has already happened for me. My little boy was a cute Joseph in the Nativity play, complete with tea towel and my daughter sang her heart out at her carol service. Everything else will be a disappointment.
We have Lists for Santa but on the understanding that he only brings some things and at least one present from him will be a game to share.
Why have we become so commercialised, so American and so tacky? When did the flashing lights, inflatable snowmen and fluorescent reindeer become de rigour?
I sound as though I want to bring back the tangerine and the sugar mouse, which incidently I don't remember! Perhaps I want to reestablish the sense of family togetherness and cosiness that was lacking when I was a child. So many arguments are due to too high expectations so let's lower them and enjoy being together and cuddling up in front of Doctor Who!