Christmas Confessions

I have a confession to make.

I am not feeling very Christmassy.

In fact, I am approaching this Christmas with unprecedented fear and trepidation.

I've woken up this Saturday morning to realise that I have to venture out of my non-Christmas haven into a shopping mall where Christmas will become a cold, harsh reality.

Maybe I am the Grinch.

Did the Grinch cringe at the thought of going to his local super-mall, where he had to battle his way through scores and scores of people with trolleys, prams and rolls of christmas paper stuck out of the vehicles at extraordinary angles?

Maybe the Grinch and I share things in common, like our annoyance at the same Christmas CD's that are dusted off by the shops each year, played at exceptionally loud levels, in order to compete with the next stores blaring Christmas soundtrack?

Am I the only one that feels the Christmas spirit drain out of you as you sit and patiently wait for a car park to become available in the mall's car park, only to find that the person isnt really exiting the mall, but merely putting into the boot their first round of newly purchased christmas presents and going back for more?

Give me sleigh bells and reindeers and snowflakes. I want mistletoes and pudding and angels.

I dont want the Christmas that has become so commercialised that even I have forgotten what it means.

*grumble*