An Upside Down Christmas
A Christmas monologue from the Southern Hemisphere
A Christmas monologue? You want me to recite a Christmas monologue? You don’t like my singing then? Ok, I’ll have a look around the net for something. Or perhaps I can just make one up. There are so many things I could say about Christmas.
I don’t love it, for a start. Oh I used to, it’s for kids though, isn’t it? And for cold weather and dark nights. This Aussie version sucks. How are you supposed to eat turkey and look at Christmas lights when the sun is splitting the flags?
Beach Christmas…. Huh, don’t get me wrong; I do love the beach. However, ghastly prawns and other seafood horrors do not a Christmas dinner make. Pulling crackers in a sandstorm does nothing for me.
Am I Christian? Well, that’s a reasonable question, of course, I was christened as a baby. And that’s about as far as it went. I didn’t have much choice, did I?
Mind you when I was a kid, I loved singing carols and going to the midnight service. I really used to FEEL Christmas, the build-up, decking the halls, kissing under the mistletoe and all that. Nowadays I don’t even send cards, but then nobody does anymore do they?
I loved, back then, choosing presents for people. I’d take a day off work in November and splurge an absolute fortune. That was when I still lived in the Northern Hemisphere over a decade ago, nearly two.
Christmas hasn’t been Christmassy for me for almost as long.
But I am still grateful for the break from work.
Oh wait, I’m still working…
