The problem is that commercial interests have built christmas into a huge family happy time - it’s almost compulsory in this fairy tale event.
How often does ‘happy christmas’ actually reach the expectations we place on it? There is such a build up for one day of the year and let’s face it, we are led to believe all kinds of excesses will make us ‘happy’ and after all of the rush and tear it is almost a relief when it is over. The mistake we make, I think, is having TV full of the idea of lots of people having fun, which makes existing loneliness and isolation more acute. My memories of childhood christmases is that they never lived up to the hype. We ALWAYS had to visit my gran ‘in case it was her last year’. One great-aunt would insist on playing the piano even if other folk wanted to see a programme on TV, then everyone had to be quiet while she watched something or other. The aunts would all talk together, none listening to what the others were saying and an uncle would harass us with endless platefuls of food which we felt obliged to eat even though there was a strong possibility of being sick afterwards. The great aunt was the wealthiest of all of us but gave the cheapest tat she could find, for presents.. My mother always bought the same regulation underwear or stockings for everyone and spent more than we could afford, and it was rare if someone didn’t upset someone else and not speak for months. No, christmas ain’t like it used to be... thank heavens!