It is currently the 23rd December - Christmas Eve Eve. It's Christmas in two days, and preparation is in full swing. The kitchen is crammed full of food and drink, so much so on opening the cupboard door earlier a bottle of vodka fell out and smacked me in the face. All clear signs that that day is nearly here.
But this year I'm really not feeling it. Maybe it's the fact I'm getting older, and didn't even really ask for anything this year. Right now, the only thing I really want for the holidays can't be bought. Maybe there wasn't as much coverage about it on the TV and radio, or that I only went Christmas shopping once and it was a horrific experience (nearly suffocating in Primark because of the hundreds of people throwing pyjamas, fluffy socks and £1 rolls of wrapping paper into shopping bags as last minute presents). I'm also working on Christmas Day. I'm a waitress, and I've come to realise that it's unlikely that even on Christmas Day customers aren't going to give me a hard time.
So I decided to try and reflect on why I celebrate Christmas. It's strange really, I'm not even religious, so technically I shouldn't be. But in reality, Christmas is a great time to spend time with family and friends. It's when we all come together and exchange gifts and good wishes. I've decided now that I don't need cheesy Christmas songs and decorations to put me in a festive mood, I just need those that I love the most.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Ruby xx
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