Technically this is my post for the 24th, but it’s past midnight so I can probably officially say “merry Christmas” to you all. And possibly again tomorrow.
Andie and I are having a nice quiet Christmas in our own place this year, with no-one having to travel anywhere. It will be nice to have a fairly chilled out day.
One thing we will sort of be missing out on a bit though is the fine art of the “family tradition”. Everyone’s family doubtless has their own little traditions and routines for Christmas Day, and when you’re not spending said day with your family you either have to come up with your own ones, or adopt the ones you’ve known for the rest of your life by default. (That or attempt to ignore Christmas altogether; I did that a couple of years ago, not entirely through choice, and it was not altogether pleasant.)
The “traditions” Andie and I will be adopting once we get up later this morning will doubtless be a blend of both of our families’ typical way of doing things. We’ve already done the “open one present at midnight” thing that Andie insisted on (a copy of the board game Tsuro — thanks Michelle!) but we will more than likely open presents in the morning, as is Davison family tradition, rather than in the afternoon, as is Capes family tradition. Because come on, presents.
Those who have been following this blog for a while will know that I haven’t really had my heart in Christmas for a number of years now. I’m not entirely sure why this is, but I have a feeling it’s something to do with my own inability to express genuine-seeming excitement or happiness when put in a situation where it’s expected. I really hate being put under pressure to “be happy” or “act more excited” because, in my mind, I picture an “excited” thirty-two year old Pete as an overexcited five-year old Pete with everyone laughing and chuckling at how adorable he is to be so excited. I of course know that this is completely stupid and that it’s okay to be excited, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling really embarrassed at the prospect of being excited and demonstrating anything more than a Fluttershy-style “Yay”.
Still, even if I don’t really show it at times, I am at least appreciative for a pleasant, enjoyable and peaceful festive season — and I hope all of you reading this are in the process of enjoying the same thing.
Have a thoroughly merry Christmas, everyone, and here’s to a happy 2014 when it eventually decides to show its face.
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