I've never been one for Christmas, probably due in part to as a child not getting the things I really wanted e.g a gun, catapult, sword, or one years request a set of throwing knives. Instead I got sindy and a succession of useless presents, unless my dad was allowed to choose on his own in which case I got a book on history, that I still read to this day.
I have know solved this problem of unsuitable gifts from my mother by giving her a list, which she then passed on to my brother, I then open these a few days early when my brother visits with my niece and nephews. This then removes any disappointment and annoyance for my mother not knowing me at all.
Its funny how much we do invest emotionally in creating the perfect Christmas, no such thing exists. We think we can buy it and get ourselves in debt. This all leads to stress. This year whilst not being perfect was pretty good. My mother's present was already out of the way, my dad bought me things he knew I wanted plus a few things he thought I would like. Not too much was eaten but enough to feel slightly special, Dr Who was enjoyed and I then curled up and spent the evening reading. I did get worked up about making perfect real custard, yet when it didn't go 100% correct I didn't let it spoil the rest of my evening. Depression at least for today has been given the day off.
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