How many people like Christmas

Not a love story, or: How not to like Christmas

Maybe I'm the only mom in this country who has mixed feelings about Christmas. And it's probably the creative blogging suicide, but I'll admit: I don't like Christmas. I like to take the two days off. But please without Christmas!! How can you not like Christmas, some will ask in horror? Do I have problems with emotions? Fellow men? Did I lose a loved one around Christmas? - no No and no, I don't have anything. Do I want to spoil your Christmas now? Or my children? (Oh god, the poor!) No, either. But I just have to get rid of something. About my cookie trauma and my failure as a perfect mom. Because in the supreme discipline of all mothers (Christmas preparations) I fail. Every year again. On purpose.

Have fun ;).

Not like christmas? Just why?

Well, I could name so many things and write such a long moral sermon about mass consumption and the throwaway society and about the fact that I have always found Christmas to be hypocritical - starting with the lie that Christ Child or Santa Claus brought the presents. But that's actually just what comes on top.

I am simply a practical person through and through. And most of the time I just want it to work somehow and I have my peace of mind. Work in peace and quiet. Christmas bothers me. This fairy tale that you finally have so much time because there are two public holidays is a lie. I don't have as much stress in the whole year as on these three days! (Or the whole Christmas week: We are really already completely scheduled!)

Somebody wrote something on Twitter the other day that I like to sign:

December has more Christmas parties than days.

And even if that is limited with us, all of the most distant acquaintances and relatives suddenly come up against the funnel - they absolutely have to see us again in December. Absolutely now because it's Christmas!!

But let's be honest: We are also at home elsewhere. All summer long we have sun in the garden and the grill is ready. So why does everyone get the idea now of all times that we absolutely have to see each other again? Where it's cold and uncomfortable outside and I prefer to lie in the tub with a good book, preferably every evening? This whole we-have-to-see-each other-Christmas compulsion stands in stark contrast to my biorhythm, folks.


Front garden lighting madness: Are we here on the Reeperbahn or what?

I'm probably that kind of summer person: I need good weather to be in a good mood and to be sociable. I don't have this hyggelig, cuddly Christmas gene. Sorry! I can neither win anything from the growing madness of front garden lighting ("Is that a brothel or Christmas decorations?"), Nor the increasing trend in interior decoration. Here, too, I simply admit: It is too strenuous and too stressful for me: First of all, look for all the decorations in the basement! Wow, the little one's nap is over before I have found everything. Then hang everything up in the whole house and then keep the children from touching everything, pulling on everything and lighting candles for the whole of Advent! ===: o


Accordingly, there is no decoration for me. I used to decorate when I was a one-child mom. I found the last decoration in August of the following year and then left it hanging for next Christmas. In the meantime I was a two-child mom and already suspected that Christmas is not as great as everyone always claims.

Yes, my children think that's a bit of a shame. Of course they like Christmas. In this respect, there may be a little bit of decoration shortly beforehand - but only under strict conditions. (“FINGER AWAY!”) I don't think much of cuddly parenting either. I make very clear announcements here so that it works and the children don't burn down the place. And I don't put up chocolate plates either! My grown-ups can hold back, but K3 not at all. So chocolate is only available under supervision. It's better for my walls too.

We don't have a tree. For ethical reasons. Shortly before Christmas, my husband collects a few fir branches and the children can hang them with their homemade stuff. There are also fairy lights. That has to be enough. My mother is now setting up a second tree on the terrace to compensate, and since we are there on Christmas Eve, the children also get their extra portion of Christmas. Hallelujah!


Bake cookies? Have fun!

Then this one Cookie drama in Advent! I'm stupid too - every year I imagine that the children are already a little further and that it will definitely be great and contemplative when I let them go on kilos of dough, chocolate and sprinkles! Hahahahaha! Every year the children don't feel like having the second sheet. Child 3 shovels the raw dough in, and I try to rub the chocolate-streusel catastrophe out of the chair cushions while the two grown-ups fight over the rolling pin. That can quickly lead to fights if I am not fast enough.

In the end I have no chance and park the whole gang in front of a film and bake the last 15 trays of cookies myself, very contemplatively. And then do the dishes. Alone! Oh you happy!

By the way - yes, I bought cookie stamps for the children this year - everyone gets one in the advent calendar! They are already much further than last year ... (are you also listening to the music of the great white shark ?? or Michael Myers? Di-di-di-di-di ... ok, you have to think about the melody now ...)


The holidays: the jacket-on-and-off festival. With a special ingredient: blaring and shouting.

And then the holidays: three times a day children completely undress and dress, tear them away from their game with the new things (yes, they are happy there!), Drive somewhere, try to get conversations going for two hours at the coffee table, while at the same time you have to be careful that no child pulls down the Christmas tree (I know why I don't have one!), gets into trouble with siblings or cousins ​​and that no other table disasters happen. We also assemble the new Lego knight's castle or the Death Star (“What is that little one in his mouth?”) And accompany visits to the toilet.

Do I have to mention which fights and screaming attacks we are exposed to every single time? I don't even accept most of the appointments! There are still too many appointments and too many people.

Last year we were spared gastrointestinal tract for the first time. She only came with friends on New Year's Eve and only left with the Three Kings.

Christmas? In earnest? Cheering time?

The swirling stench of heating and dead ducks everywhere. I'm a vegetarian and I feel sick. Honest. You don't even need gastrointestinal flu. Maybe I'm traumatized because in the past seven years I had three pregnant Christmases and four Christmases with a baby. I would really like to have a Christmas without Christmas. Really.


Points of light. (Ok, it's not all bad at Christmas)

Don't get me wrong: there are highlights. And sometimes I am surprised with unexpectedly good conversations. Or unexpectedly good wine. Good food. There were always nice moments and evenings around Christmas, e.g. the ritual cinema event with Lord of the Rings, Hobbit or Star Wars (the only films I've seen in the cinema since I had children. I as a cineast!). We have also been to the theater with the two greats in recent years, which was always very, very nice. And yes, I also like that brief glint in her eyes when a longing for a toy comes true.

Unfortunately, they turn back into little Christmas monsters as soon as the scene changes and they see a Christmas tree: “Where are the presents?” Two weeks later, the said heart present is often carelessly in the corner and I have to fish small parts out of the vacuum cleaner bag.


I have really mixed feelings about Christmas.

With the beginning of Advent, I will now work out a survival strategy.

All the best!

Your Sonja

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