Megan recently posted a ’25 Days of Christmas’ thing, which is essentially one of those e-mail surveys that everyone loves filling out in the hopes that other people will read their answers and think ‘what a cool/hilarious/kindhearted/badass/quirky [delete as applicable] person s/he is, gosh darn it!’, except people just delete your answers and waste 30 minutes thinking of their own super meaningful responses. Yeah, it’s like those. Except it comes in picture form. And has a Christmas theme, would you believe it?
Anyway, because I’m not out drinking with workmates I hardly know in gale force winds and horizontal rain, I’m looking for something rock n’ roll to do on my Friday night, so whilst I haven’t answered every question (you’re welcome), I have chosen to indulge myself a bit. Enjoy.
Favourite Christmas movie
Being a teacher, my answer at this precise moment in time is: None at all, I would not be upset at all if every Christmas film ever made went up in flames right this minute. But, if you asked my 9-year-old self this question, the answer would have been ‘Home Alone’, because I had a major crush on Macauley Culkin (I know). I even rented ‘The Pagemaster’ from Blockbuster when it came out. I’d like to think my taste in men has improved, but you can be the judge:
2012 Christmas wish list:
These tights. Because who doesn’t love rainbows?!
A Kindle Paperwhite.
A lap counter for my rekindled love of swimming.
An all-inclusive vacation to Hawaii/anywhere hot and with beaches.
Nothing that has to be used in a bathtub (I only have a shower).
Favourite Christmas song:
It’s a toss up between ‘Fairytale of New York’ and whatever The Darkness’s festive tune was. (I’m obviously not a Christmas song buff).
Easily the Sony Dream Machine Radio/Alarm/Cassette player that I received when I was about 11 and lived in Ponca City, OK. So futuristic. I loved that thing.
Favourite Christmas decoration:
Could it be any other? I bought this baby the day before I ran the Loch Ness Marathon:
Well, I’ve already posted a picture of my tree (3 feet tall as my apartment is miniscule and cannot accommodate anything larger), so I’ll post my ‘card window’. I don’t have enough surfaces to leave cars about on (and I find it too cluttery), so I slot my Christmas cards into my wooden blinds in my living room. It’s not like having them closed blocks out any light, since I’m in Scotland, and I literally cannot remember how many days ago I last saw the sun. Maybe Sunday?
When I was young my dad would make popcorn and we would use a needle and thread to transform it into tinsel for the tree (and eat the leftovers). I think that may have been the only ‘tradition’ my family had, considering we never lived in the same country for more than a couple of years. I have started a new tradition with Ian, though: good food for Christmas. Last year was fajitas, this year is shaping up to be a spicy mustard chicken dish.
Wrapping paper or gift bags:
Wrapping paper. Don’t be so fucking lazy.
Hardest person to buy for:
My dad. Seriously. This is a conversation we had before Christmas one year:
Me: Dad, what do you want for Christmas?
Me: Daaa-aaaaaaaaad. Seriously!
Dad: I wouldn’t mind a Porsche.
Me: [dramatic sigh and eye roll] Dad!!!!
Dad: I don’t know, get me a copy of The Economist.
On Christmas day, under the tree, a few mysterious parcels would appear labelled: To John, From John.
My dad’s name is John, by the way.
Post a picture of an old Christmas card:
This one is from my grandma (on my dad’s side). Her birthday was on Christmas day, but she died in 2010. This card would have been from a few years before her death when she still remembered/was able to write back to me. I used to write her letters throughout the year, and sometimes I get the urge to write to her, and then remember that I can’t. Anyway, this makes me glad that I’m a hoarder of personal stuff.
It’s also pretty hilarious to come across a bunch of old love letters from my ex with such gems as “you are the centre of my universe” and “I love you with every fibre of my being”. Seriously.
When do you open gifts?
Christmas morning, after some champagne (or whatever cold, alcoholic fizzy stuff that comes in a green bottle happens to be in my fridge). When I still lived at home my brother and I could open one gift on Christmas Eve, but these days I don’t really get enough gifts to make that viable.
Do you travel over the holidays?
Yes, if possible. I’ve managed to escape Scotland’s harsh weather for the last two years, going to Houston for X-mas 2010, and Australia in 2011 (which featured a ‘delightful’ Christmas dinner courtesy of Qantas). This year, however, I’m stuck here, which is not ideal, but it does mean I get to spend time with Ian and friends while they all have some time off work. Plans are already underway, however, for a Texas Christmas in 2013.
So how about you guys? What do you want for Christmas? What traditions do you have? What has been your favourite present of all time? Does Christmas music make you angry? If you receive a gift with ugly wrapping paper, do you hide it behind gifts that you have wrapped for others just so you can’t see its ugliness? Or is that just me? Do you always get a shitty secret Santa present? One year, the person who got my name made a mistake and thought they were buying for someone else. I can’t say battleships was the best gift I ever got.