(When) Christmas Comes to Town

door harohnny

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I’m a sucker for Christmas. I wear Santa jumpers during the day and reindeer pj’s at night. I decorated my tree a month before people actually started thinking about putting on a coat. I have a turkey hat that serves as a Christmas ornament for my speakers. Instead of watching the news every day I watch Christmas movies. I know every Christmas carol by heart. Try me.

As you can tell, I’m totally into the Christmas spirit. No hairy Grinches welcome in my Winter Wonderland. Hell to the no.

Every year as soon as Halloween is over, I turn into this over excited elf, wrapping presents no one actually cares about and complaining about the lack of Christmas lights in my street. If I was in Christmas With the Kranks, I would be one of those angry neighbours protesting to free Frostie. I aspire to ride on Santa’s sleigh one day. And why should I not? Why should I not celebrate this holly jolly time of the year, when it’s allowed to be drunk at 2pm – hurray for eggnog. It’s a time when you don’t have to make an effort for small talk with people you barely know. Last week a had a full on conversation with a shopkeeper about the perfect colour for Christmas balls. Blue is a no go, by the way. It’s called a Winter Wonderland, not a Winter Whoreland.

The weird thing is, summer is my favourite season. I love beaches, cocktails and late nights talking to random people from all over the world. Travelling is what I live for. Preferably  to countries that believe snow is something the Americans invented. There’s no place like home vs. the need to explore new places. I thought these were opposites, but I’ve found out they do form a good couple.

What I’ve become to realize during one of my previous trips, is that home is where the heart is. And it’s not because I might feel the need to be at the other side of the world to do whatever I think I need to do there, that I don’t have a home anymore. Of course, I’ll be home for Christmas next year (see what I did there?). But even if I was stuck in a cute old village because of a terrible snow storm, I would embrace the Christmas spirit just as much. No matter where in the world I would be.

I would even do Christmas in July.

Instead of fighting these seemingly conflicting thoughts, I embrace them. I mix & match and know that even fake snowflakes can be charming. So for now, I enjoy the smell of my real Christmas tree. I enjoy the cold December air – or at least I try without freezing to death. I enjoy my friends and family near me. But I will also enjoy putting my backpack back on, packed with memories of last Christmas.

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