I've been called a Scrooge, Grinch and "miserable cow" just because I'm not in the festive spirit. I've still written Christmas cards and I've still bought gifts. I'm even having Christmas dinner at my house with my dad and brother the guests of honour. So what have I done to deserve the title "Miserable Cow"?
Well, I've not put up any decorations. I don't have a tree. I won't be getting one. I haven't partaken in any Christmas parties via work and I haven't donned a tacky jumper in the name of
Well that's very true. I am miserable, and I'll tell you why... this time last year my mum was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. She died within a few weeks, taking ill on Boxing Day. She left us on 28th December, and as that day draws ever closer I get more and more disillusioned with the fun and frivolity of the season.
So when you're calling people names for not being as super duper jolly as you are, please remember that they might not associate Christmas or this time of year with the same things you do. They might not have the same cosy environment that you have. They might just want to be left alone, to celebrate or not, as they see fit.