Xmas version of things you wouldn't admit in real life....

[TinselTina]

I wish people would stop mentioning my 5 foot 3 height like im an outlier.
I cannt believe I married my ex. I needed to be in a mental hospital not marched up the aisle.
I dont care if my child is clever or not.

Last Christmas I put a note in my calender for September reminding me that I would not be hosting Christmas this year. I stuck to my guns despite it being very much expected as I have done it for years. I am a widowed single parent of four - why was I hosting extended family with no support? I was so lonely and exhausted in the kitchen last year I ended up taking the dog for a walk and crying in the dark streets. I'm never doing that to myself again. I am so looking forward to just being with my kids this yearand keeping it simple. No dressing up, no huge turkey.

Obviously not something I can say in real life but I never stopped believing in Santa. I always look out for my "gift" on Christmas day, it could be a fox running past, or maybe I'll hear an owl or see a shooting star or wake up to a heavy sparkly frost. He always gets me something to cheer me up.

I agree. I fell into the trap of buying for a cousin's children. I hardly ever saw them, they didn't know me. The last straw was I didn't get a thank you so I didn't bother again. I know the parents were put out and told people I'm mean, but I don't really care what they think!

Could we have a "things..." thread that isn't Xmas-related? The second thread just filled up...

Dreading christmas at mil's- she's 80 but insists on doing it. We bring most stuff over so she just has the meat to cook. But it's s9 fucking late all the time. Table at 9 and then we get home late, I'm tired- the kids will be on their phones. Only dh and Mil are happy with this set up. I would prefer going over in the afternoon so I could get into bed before 11 pm.

I find it difficult to buy something suitable for my partner at Christmas and his Christmas Eve birthday so can both of you stop asking me what you can get him for both occasions. I know he'd rather have nothing than useless shite bought for the sake of it.

Same with me. If you don't know what I like at the age of 57 you never will. Just because you don't think M&S magnolia toiletries are suitable presents I have to buy my own. I'd be extremely happy with a shower gel at £5 a pop, in fact buy me two and a magnolia deodorant.

Also I find it sad and upsetting that you have never come to my house for a meal let alone Christmas lunch in the 36 years I've lived here because "your father (with his funny ways) won't". I'm a bloody good cook and no-one has died - yet.

Forgot to add and you only live 4 miles away, 15 minutes drive tops.

Due to all the emphasis on shopping, I find I end up buying too many ‘little treats’ for myself in the run up to Christmas 😳

I've yet again refused my lovely friend's invitation to Christmas dinner as I can't stand her husband. I used to go every year but came home feeling upset at whatever he'd done or said to me, so decided to stop putting myself through it. I can't tell my friend the real reason why I'm not going as she'd be devastated. I'll be alone at Christmas but I'd much rather be alone than spend the day with him.

Hogmanay is boring. I don't hype it up - go to bed with a smorgasbord of my favourite food and some fizz and watch tv. Then it feels pretty perfect!

My dad died this year. I’m one of 3 but we are semi estranged (ancient history). So it’s me (old) and my mum (v old) and not one member of our extended family has asked what we are doing for Christmas or invited us to theirs. They don’t have to of course, but given he died 12 weeks ago & they’ve all implored me to keep in touch, I fucking judge every single one of them.

ETA: my unpopular opinion is my family are arseholes.

Hogmanay can get to fuck,all that tartan shite etc fuckers looking like they fell off a shortbread tin..I can say that as I'm Scottish.
Auld Lang syne..GTF.

Yes I should have held the ladder better. No I shouldn't have been on phone with just one foot on bottom rung. Yes it was my suggestion to hang lights around the chimney and no I don't regret getting a non-electric wheel chair, your arms are fine

I bought my DC an Our Generation doll for Christmas and I'm jealous and want it for myself.

For the first time ever I'm appreciating Reborn dolls!

Im a grown ass, nice, confident and fun loving woman with a great immediate family… yet I find myself saying yes to spending Christmas Day with my wider family because my ageing parents would be sad if we weren’t ‘all together’. I hate it. My BIL is a pa, controlling, tight arse and he dictates what time everything happens, when we eat/open presents/play ‘fun’ family games/look at our phones.
My young adult children hate it too, Dh just shrugs and says ‘it’s just what we do’
I long to be able to stay in my own home, get up whenever I feel like it, eat when we want yada yada.
Yet every. Bloody. Year. I dread it.
Same looming this year. I just can’t say it.
Sigh. Roll on January I say.

I hate the build up to Christmas and the first half of Christmas Day. I only enjoy it from Christmas night onwards. When it’s just immediate family and all the entertaining is done

No, I don't want to play the bloody boardgame.

So glad that hubby had a huge fallout with his mum last Christmas and it's still on going, she is lovely to me but an absolute bitch to hubby. We used to go up for New Year and he was always edgy before going, hated phoning on Christmas day where she would low-key bully him. This year he is looking forward to the festive season as he doesn't have to deal with her.

Where’s the festive connection?

Do people mention your short stature because you an actually an elf?

Was your ex a magical winter creature who hexed you?

do you not care of your child is clever or not because they can always get a job wrapping presents in Santas toy factory?

I loathe trifle.

When people proudly tell me their child still believes in Father Christmas at the age of 11, I nod and say “Aw, how lovely” when what I’m really thinking is “That child is either lying or thick.”

Why couldn’t you say this in real life though?

Christmas makes me feel really anxious. I like autumn and I quite like November, because they feel laid-back and relaxed, but when December starts, I become depressed and anxious about all the stuff that seems to need to be done. But I hide it because my children are happy and excited. Occasionally I hear a song or carol, or see some Christmas lights, that take me back to my childhood when everything was simpler and that inspires the odd moment of happiness.

I really dislike the whole present buying nonsense. Everyone asking everyone else in the family what they would like… trying to come up with ideas for people who can’t think of anything, then thinking of things that I would like so that people have things they can buy for me! Arrgh so annoying. Thankfully me and my sister have agreed to just stick with buying presents for the kids but still got others to buy for.

Every year since I got married my MIL drops us in homemade ham, stuffing and cake.
I have always thought it was very rude especially the years they don’t spend here.
I am capable of making a f**ging dinner!
Christmas Day is then taken up with complimenting the food AAAGGHHHHH!

Id rather eat pizza