Filed under: Miscellaneous, My History, University | Tags: Events, My History, Pain, Snow, University
For those living in the UK you will know of the huge snow epidemic we’ve been having. Others might not even know Britain gets snow, just rain. For all those who did, don’t worry- its a popular misconception. However now the snow is melting and instead it is becoming ice. Believe me, not fun when you’re wearing the equivalent to Dorothy’s ruby slippers. And not only was I wearing these shoes, I was also door knocking for a good hour, in the freezing cold, to let people know about the elections in our student union.
Now, for a bit of background… I ran in this election last year and I was elected as the Women’s Officer. So as you can tell I am a feminist but I haven’t been helping out greatly for a while so I’ve been feeling guilty, so I said yes and started door knocking. In the bloody snow. Being out there today made me wish I’d had ice skates on, I slipped so many times. But after an hour, and nearly catching pneumonia, I was given my freedom. Which I was eternally grateful for as my thong was started to cause some major discomfort, I swear I was walking funny on the way home!
Tis the season to be jolly, just like the title suggests. For me this Christmas was ok, in all honesty I can’t remember have a truly Christmas since I was a child. I enjoyed those much, much more. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy this year because I did and if it sounded like I didn’t it would be a lie. I love Christmas, I can say with complete confidence, that it is my favourite time of year. I love everything Christmas stands for… family, love, spirit, joy. It all just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. 
There are some things about Christmas, however, that are a pain in the ass… Presents. I love give presents, don’t think I don’t. I love to see the faces of those I love when they open their presents. But I don’t seem to get that anymore. Most of my immediate family does not live with my parents because they have families of their own and obviously have their own things to do. So I see the faces of my younger brother and my parents open their presents, I don’t live with them anymore but its easier to go to my parents for Christmas. Its sad because Christmas on a whole doesn’t seem as fun as it use to be. Part of me can’t until I have kids so I can experience Christmas through their eyes. But alas, I am a few years off of that me thinks. This year was better for me in terms of buying presents because I got them all a comfortable time before the date. It was the present situation with my parents that made Christmas seem not as fun, but that was only because I am always made to wrap the presents they buy up. Hell, part of me worried they would give me my own presents to wrap up. They didn’t, but it was close. I ended up wrapping something for my neice that they had actually bought for me too.
But enough about presents. Christmas isn’t about presents, and please don’t think i’m going to talk about Jesus because I’m really not. In my opinion Christmas isn’t about religion, going to church or presents, it’s about family and appreciating each other. At Christmas the best gift we can hope to receive is love, may you all have a love filled, merry Christmas and a happy new year!
