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Cloggy Valley: Christmas is coming and the Goose is getting Fat

(Fri 11 November 2011)

Loads of preparation already taking place. Now Father Christmas is alongside Saint Nicholas in the dutch shops. When I came to the Netherlands twenty-four years ago, Christmas was soberly celebrated. It was all about 5 December. In the last ten years, because of the commercial and the ching-ching of cash registers, we have now Christmas celebrations in abundance as well.

 

I used to love Christmas but now it just overwhelms me. The thought of getting a large Christmas tree up two flights of stairs is enough to have to creep back to bed and place the covers over my head. But I have no excuse this year. I am not going away for Christmas. My teenage daughter will be with her Dad but promptly reminds me about New Year - another dread in my already mushy brain. So what’s the least of the two evils? A great big bloody Christmas tree or explosions of light fantango and being attacked into 2012!

 

It would be easier to take a plane and go somewhere else. However, I’m sticking to my guns. I’m planting myself in front of the television, purposely feeling brain-dead and being anti-social. I don’t want a lot of people around. I’m slightly peopled-out because of my line of work. I always have people in my life. I want to retreat with my mega box of maltesers, cadbury’s selection box and Mozart. I don’t fancy eating the usual Christmas trimmings. I fancy simple. I want to hibernate and not answer the door. I want to stay in my PJs all day and not have a shower. I fancy lying down on my couch until the imprint of my body is a permanent fixture. I even fancy not fancying my Italian Stallion neighbour. He’s away for Christmas anyway!


So my plans are all in motion. I am determined and steadfast in my plans of action. I walk past a very festive window display and my heart melts. The sparkles and glitters attract me in to the store. I can’t resist. I buy a few trinkets for my imaginary tree. Noooooo. I’m hooked again. I look in a boutique window and see the perfect dress for a perfect day. Nooooooo. I buy the dress. No PJs. No chocolate stains on this dress!!! I’m weak. What can I say? I love the possibilities of going against the norm. However, my norm seems to change daily. Who knows? Maybe I will dress up or not. But the choice is left up to me. That’s the nicest thing of all. I can choose. In the choosing is the empowerment. I’ll wait and see. Mozart barks in agreement. His new santa blanket is being humped as I speak. Well, an early Christmas present for my overexcited canine friend.

 

Excitement all around. Christmas is coming!


Niamh

 


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