Dysfunctional family Christmas
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How to survive it? Any advice is welcome!
Ahhh I probably can’t help, but i can give you a good description that might help you put yours on a descriptive level of shite.
Let’s start with the fact that my parents didn’t celebrate Christmas in any way shape or form, due to some ridiculous religious beliefs.
My formative years were spent being segregated from kids at school who did Christmas festivities and not doing anything special during the festive season. No present giving at school, no church services, no nativity plays, no carol singing, no christmas fairs... you get the idea.
I never really formed any Christmas traditions that most people have, and in fact I never decorated a Christmas tree until I was married and properly living with my husband.
My remaining siblings now celebrate, as does my mother (she has drifted away from the hokey religion). The act of giving presents is nice, and the season itself is nice now I can participate, but it’s how I imagine moving to a country that has a seasonal event you are sort of adopted into. I do it but don’t understand the sense memories that I think most people have.
Two of my siblings no longer talk to two of my other siblings. They really hate one another. I talk to everyone. There’s a Venn diagram which is used for who goes where, and when - my mother is shared around like the child of a divorced couple.
This year we have Christmas with one sister, then Boxing Day to relax and then my other sibling and my mum for the day after Boxing Day.
I generally buy a bottle of Baileys and get absolutely pissed and just try and survive. Strangely enough it’s the only day of the year I actually want to drink heavily. I barely drink the rest of the year.
Oh add to that the fact that Marital Unit’s mum died a few years ago on Christmas Day which means it’s always a bit of a sombre affair.
So I spose the answer to your question: Drink.