A quick click on my archives, and I find that there’s not much difference from last Christmas. Only this year, reservist is before Christmas, and my friend Ryan’s got a girlfriend now and he’s gone on leave so he won’t call me to tell me what a miserable Christmas he’s having because the girl he likes doesn’t like him back that way.
I might have a guest over for Christmas Eve dinner with my family, depending on whether she’s patched up with her boyfriend or not. They always fight during this time of year. Then there are several Christmas and Boxing Day dinners to attend, and I might attend, depending on the make-up of the guests invited. By that I mean the number of married or attached guests. The coupled. At these dinners, you often witness the coupled being totally self-absorbed because it is after all the season that engenders such things, or you witness a big intra-couple blue brewing, and you just know that when they get home, they’re gonna be at each other’s throats because it is after all the season that engenders such things.
Then there is the danger of witnessing the non-coupled or recently uncoupled developing an imminent coupling. You know the sort. They go around the host’s house looking for the mistletoe, thinking no-one knows they’re doing that. (But Mr Miyagi, he see everything). I shudder at the thought that one day I might be one of the sort.
Not much middle ground there, and often too intense for my liking. I just like to eat the turkey stuffing with some cranberry sauce, can liao, and I can eat a whole can of that stuff. And I am thankful there will be food on my plate no matter what.
Merry Christmas everyone. Here’s to the underrated comfort of having more of the same stuff every year.