Christmas from a childless perspective

By Nina Steele 

Until about a year ago, I used to love Christmas. Obviously something to do with my childhood. Come December, my excitement would reach its Zenith. It wasn’t so much about the day itself but rather, the build up to it.

I could feel the excitement in the air. Office workers gearing up for their office parties. Shops constantly busy with people buying presents. Supermarkets shelves full to the brim with turkeys and other Christmas day staples, with the usual cheesy Christmas songs blaring in the background. I loved it all.

Yes those Christmas songs. My husband used to find it amusing that I loved them so much. Come December, I would have the music channel on for hours, listening to them. My favourites include (I still listen to them on occasion): Wham: “Last Christmas”, The pogues: “Fairytale of New York”, Chris Rea: “Driving home for Christmas”, Mariah Carey: “All I want for Christmas is you”, Shakin Stevens: “Merry Christmas everyone”, Slade: “Merry Christmas everybody”, Wizzard: “I wish it could be Christmas everyday”, The First Band Aid: “Do they know it’s Christmas”, Cliff Richard: “Mistletoe and wine”, Bing Crosby: “White Christmas” (the 1942 version), and to finish off my list, a more recent one by Leona Lewis: “One more sleep”.

Boy did I love all that cheesiness! It brought back memories of the excitement I felt as a child and the positivity that I always associate with Christmas. A time to be merry and be hopeful for the future.

Then suddenly, about a year ago, my excitement started to wane. The music and the turkey no longer felt special. The magic of Christmas had finally left my body. I guess, this is what happens the older you get. My husband pretty much said to me, “welcome to the club”. He felt that way years ago, and reckoned that I would eventually grow out of all that excitement.

Would this shift have happened at this stage of our lives if we had young children? Of course we will never know. However, talking to other people with children, particularly teenagers, it seems that Christmas loses its shine at some point, regardless of whether you have children or not.

The thing about not having any children in the house is that we don’t feel duty-bound to hang up Christmas decorations either. I made a point of doing so in previous years, to keep up with the festive spirit, however, this year, I don’t feel excited enough to do so. Also, the fact that it will just be the two of us this year, means that there is no real incentive for doing so. Who knows, I may change my mind at the very last minute.

Some traditions will remain though. We will as usual, send out Christmas cards, have turkey on Christmas day and listen to the Queen’s speech.

What does Christmas mean to you as a childless / childfree person, and how will you be celebrating it?

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all!

Christmas when you are childless

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