What does Christmas feel like?
Discussion
Every single year, at about this time, my wife says "it doesn't feel like Christmas this year". She said it again yesterday and I reminded her that she exactly says the same thing every Christmas.
As such, it is my considered opinion that for it to "feel like Christmas" means that it should "not feel like Christmas", because that’s exactly how it feel every year (if you follow my logic).
As such, it is my considered opinion that for it to "feel like Christmas" means that it should "not feel like Christmas", because that’s exactly how it feel every year (if you follow my logic).
By the same logic then, should Summer therefore feel like Christmas? (dont say it does in Australia!).
For me, christmas feels like shops having decorations early, nights drawing in, everyone talking about it, and there's always a certain "buzz" in the air.....and most DEFINATELY the Coca-Cola advert!
Then it feels like Christmas.
If she's looking for rolling fields of snow, I dont think it's gonna happen
For me, christmas feels like shops having decorations early, nights drawing in, everyone talking about it, and there's always a certain "buzz" in the air.....and most DEFINATELY the Coca-Cola advert!
Then it feels like Christmas.
If she's looking for rolling fields of snow, I dont think it's gonna happen
on another thread I said:
We always get a real tree, usually about £15 and 7-feet. Always the 'dropping' kind.
Thing is, other Christmas trees with non-dropping spray just don't smell right, it's a bit sterile.
Trick is to stand them upright, wedged with rocks, in a bucket full of wet sand. Despite not having roots, the tree still absorbs some of the water and doesn't die out quite so fast.
And I like needles on the floor. A Christmas tree, coupled with the smell of a warm fire and the roast we cook on Christmas Eve is one of the most evocative things you can experience in a year, definately up there with the mixture in the lounge: scented candles, another warm fire, Pringles, red wine and rapidly melting Quality Streets, in front of something like Ronin.
The other one is the smell of close-to-melting dashboard heater with a tinge of ice, slush and brake pad smoke on the New Year pre-party blat, with ice and snow piled up at either side of the road like a '60s rally stage, your new CD in the stereo, playing tunes with the gearbox through deserted twisties.
God I love this time of year!
Plus - OHMSS, some '80s action flick on at about half four in the afternoon on Christmas Eve, that moment at about half ten on Christmas morning when you amble downstairs remembering when you were a kid and didn't assume your parents had only had about half an hour's sleep when they were woken up at some awful hour of the morning, the unwanted novelty socks, getting each decoration out of the box and saying 'ooh, do you remember this one?', cards from people who you only know the existence of because they send you Christmas cards every year, being treated like a servant as soon as an elderly relative arrives, and more washing up than is actually possible given the extent of your kitchenware.
I'm sure I can think of some others, just give me time.
It needs to be dark, cold and damp. Oddly enough, this is normally the case.
A nice couple of pints of guiness in the local with friends on a Saturday afternoon.
Getting home and watching a Christmas type TV programme. Scrooge or similar. Even watching black and white things like Harold Lloyd gets me in the mood. Odd.
Smug, I like to feel smug at Christmas.
ETA: That might be snug that I meant.
>> Edited by lazyitus on Wednesday 15th December 11:28
A nice couple of pints of guiness in the local with friends on a Saturday afternoon.
Getting home and watching a Christmas type TV programme. Scrooge or similar. Even watching black and white things like Harold Lloyd gets me in the mood. Odd.
Smug, I like to feel smug at Christmas.
ETA: That might be snug that I meant.
>> Edited by lazyitus on Wednesday 15th December 11:28
Waiting for the xmas TV listings to hit the shelves. It's not quite the same now, but back in the days when you had to buy the Radio Times and TV Times, and VCR's cost more than cars it was great going through and earmarking which films you were going to watch during the school holidays. It was usually Ben Hur or The Ten Commandments or something that kicked the season off.....
Oh yeah - buying a load of blank videotapes and earmarking them for all the Christmas/New Year listings, then arguing with the family over what should really get watched.
And realising half way through the week that you've already used up all the tapes, totalling about 9 hours worth, and will never, ever find time to watch it all without taping over something else, or forgetting quite what was on what.
And realising half way through the week that you've already used up all the tapes, totalling about 9 hours worth, and will never, ever find time to watch it all without taping over something else, or forgetting quite what was on what.
If you're an adult it never feels like christmas properly. Remember counting the days down from the middle of november as a kid? Remember lying wide awake on christmas eve waiting for the morning? That's what christmas feels like and that's why every year after it never "feels" like christmas. Just another downer of being a grown up. However it does mean you are old enough to drink heavily 
MilnerR said:
If you're an adult it never feels like christmas properly. Remember counting the days down from the middle of november as a kid? Remember lying wide awake on christmas eve waiting for the morning? That's what christmas feels like and that's why every year after it never "feels" like christmas. Just another downer of being a grown up. However it does mean you are old enough to drink heavily
I guess as you get older you just find new things you like about Christmas. True, I remember feeling like that as a child, but now I'm older it does mean something different to me, but no less special. In some ways, even predictable ideosyncracies are actually quite funny to wait for.
father ted said:
.....commercial........when you are older you lose some of the magic, it returns to a degree when you have young children of your own.
This is true, I have aquired a 6 year old recently (actually, it's been a couple of years) and she is *sick* with excitement.
She's going to get me up about half six though.....
v8thunder said:
more washing up than is actually possible given the extent of your kitchenware.
Cor, yeah, the obsession with food over Christmas is a total nightmare. I generally go to my parents over Christmas and the amount of bowls and cutlery that they dig out that never sees the light of day the rest of the year is incredible. The good thing about it is that sometimes doing washing up can be a good excuse to avoid the actual Christmas dinner.
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