It’s funny how Christmas means different things at different stages in your life. My son is now old enough to understand Christmas, and at the weekend we bought him a Christmas tree (in response to frequent requests over the last few days) and he had great fun decorating it. I realized that this is the first time that I have had a Christmas tree at home for a very long time!
For many years, as far as I was concerned, Christmas was not much more than an excuse for more drinking and less work, and the day itself was quite boring (though at least I did spend it with my family rather than on my own). Then when my brothers and my sister started having children it took on a new meaning, as I was able to enjoy the day with my nieces and nephews and share their excitement. Rather than feeling disappointed that my relatives had given me a book I didn’t really want, I could see how happy the children were with what they had been given.
Then I moved to Hong Kong, away from my family and discovered that life carried on very much as normal over the Christmas period. I was amazed to find that shops were open as normal. One year we even moved apartments on Boxing Day, something that would be impossible in the UK. No Christmas presents, and basically just another public holiday. Now, for me, things have changed again as my son is old enough to get excited about Christmas.