Walking into a shop the other day I had a shock. Working my way through hordes of Reindeers, Santa´s, glitter and umerous decorations, whith "Wite Christmas" on full volume, I could hardly find the dog food section.
Wearing a t-shirt, as the weather is still really nice on the rock, took a minute to ponder the miracle of Christmas. How can people fee excited about christmas in early November. Whilst people are still roasting on the beach?
As a single woman, with no family to speak of, Christmas is a nusianse only to be compared with childlessness and not having bagged a husband.
Over the next few days the whole Christmas marlaki started to hunt me.
What´s your plans?
Are you going home? NO!!! But why? Oh, but no, how can you not spend the holidays with your family?
But it's such a special time!
Come on. With divorced parents and no children, I ask you: what is Christmas supposed to be for a single woman?
Am I supposed to make marzipan and wrap special gifts on my own sipping gluehwein?
(Well, ehrm, the gluehwein I don´t mind at all, it´s the rest that narks me)
Everyone feel soooo sorry for you, and extends reluctant invites to come spend the holidays with them, their eyes begging for no.
I will do what I did last year as well:Cancel Christmas.
