We haven’t decorated for Christmas this year. I just haven’t had the heart. I did think about decorating the mantle over the fireplace, just to have some seasonal cheer, but that would have required taking out all of the christmas boxes and it was just too depressing. So we are just riding out the holidays, waiting for January and better times.
I was handling it, until this morning when we went to pick up a few things in a local department store. They played Fairytale of New York. It undid me. That’s always been one of my favourite Christmas songs, in all of it’s disfunctional romance and fractured dreams. I finished shopping and walked out, eyes hot, trying not to cry.
Even hearing the line “you cheap lousy faggot” in a family department store couldn’t cheer me up. (Maybe you have to be American to appreciate that.) :)
Here’s hoping for new years and new opportunities. Here’s looking at an end to a very bad year. Here’s a promise that we’ll never make the same mistakes, that we’ll learn from this. And here’s hoping that we get through these warm and fuzzy holidays with our hearts and hope intact.
Marks & Spencer are running ads that are currently my least favourite ads ever, with impossibly beautiful people at a house party in a very elegant country house, obviously spending the season far away from the less attractive, poor, ordinary types. It irritates me every time I see it.
And so, here’s a fairytale for all of us who aren’t having the perfect Christmas: