Wherever you are, whoever you are, I hope that you have a Happy Christmas.
I’ll be enjoying a traditional Christmas, by which I mean I’ll be spending it alone with my cat. I don’t get lonely at Christmas for the same reason I never get lonely throughout the year: far too self-absorbed. I have no idea how people find the time for family and friends at Christmas. There’s so much to enjoy this time of year.
I had a Dickens-themed Christmas planned. I was going to attend a Charles Dickens & Christmas lecture at the National Portrait Gallery (NPG) and pay a visit to the Dickens Museum. Sadly I didn’t have the motivation to go (if you want to know more about my Schizoaffective-induced lack of motivation see the Psychotic & proud page). I’ll attempt another trip to the Dickens Museum in the week between Christmas and New Year.
In January there are lots of gallery and museum shows I want to see on top of my regular visits to the V&A, National Gallery and National Portrait Gallery: El Greco to Goya – Spanish Masterpieces in the Wallace Collection; Soutine’s Portraits: Cooks, Waiters & Bellboys in the Courtauld Gallery; Can Graphic Design Save Your Life? in the Wellcome Collection; Rachel Whiteread at Tate Britain.
Pity the poor gallery-goer. Being pretentious is exhausting. No wonder I see Christmas as a much-needed break from people.
Every Christmas Eve I like to listen to carols on Classic FM. On Christmas Day at 1 pm, there is The Nation’s Favourite Carols top 30 countdown. You can listen to last year’s winners on site, and there’s a brief guide to each carol. I mostly like the pagan-influenced, The Holly & The Ivy and In the Bleak mid-Winter (Gustav Holst version), that sort of thing.
Another Christmas pleasure will be Neil Gaiman Reads Charles Dickens’s Original Performance Script for “A Christmas Carol”, on Brain Pickings. Maria Popova describes A Christmas Carol as, “the classic 1843 novella, which blends elements of science fiction, philosophy, mysticism, satire, and cultural critique to tell a timeless story about the benevolence of the human spirit and our heartening capacity for transformation and self-transcendence”.
I’ll be listening to it after I have enjoyed my Christmas lunch, supplied by my lovely neighbour Sue (I eat fish, but I don’t eat meat, so I’ll give the turkey a miss).
Post lunch I’ll be thinking how lucky I am to have a decent meal and not have to rely on a foodbank, though I’m sure foodbanks do their best to provide something festive. It’s been a year now since I stopped drinking alcohol, so I donated the money I would have spent on booze this Christmas to the local foodbank.
Primarily a result of stopping drinking I have lost four stone in weight during the past year (on top of two stone the previous year). When I come to weigh myself next week, I will have put it all back on. When I sat down to write this at 11.25am on Christmas Eve, I had already scoffed four Mr Kipling’s Cherry Bakewells. I bought a family-sized strawberry trifle for Christmas and Boxing Day, and I can see me having it for breakfast. What is it with food and Christmas? We’re no longer peasants celebrating the passing of the Winter solstice, having survived another year. There’s no need for this gluttonous abandon.