Christmas has always been my best holiday. From the first day of December, I am already full of life, possessed by the spirit of Christmas, bursting with this holiday cheer, downloading Christmas songs up and down like my life depended on it, jumping from one Christmas Carol to the other.
I should probably add the fact that I am a Christmas junkie in my CV, come 2018. Dear memory, take note.
So, yesterday I woke up feeling merry as usual not minding that the vigil I attended the previous night had left me stressed out. I played my Christmas playlist and sang along with Boney M. I logged in to whatsapp, updated my status to something “Christmasy” then went ahead and composed a Merry Christmas message which I sent to all my contacts.
After some minutes, a message popped in. I wished this fellow a happy Christmas and his reply was,
“How sure are you that Jesus was born on the 25th day of December?”
I can’t describe what I felt that moment, whether it was disappointment, shock or anger. All I know is that I chuckled at his stupidity, tapped on my phone keyboard and sent my reply,
“While you continue your investigations as to whether Christ was born on the 25th of December, allow me celebrate my Christmas in peace”.
See, I don’t care if 25th December has a relationship with the worship of the sun or whatever; it is a day set out by Christians to celebrate the arrival of Christ on earth. So, fuck your theories!
Aside that, it’s almost the end of a whole year. Three hundred and sixty five long fucking days will soon be over and you are alive to witness it, isn’t that enough reason to be merry? Please, shove that stale theory of yours down your throat. Is it your Christmas? People and their oversabi.
Anyway, yesterday was fun. I don’t know about you but my own definition of fun was that, there were lots to eat and drink. Plenty meat to steal. As I type this now, I am paying the price in the loo. Running stomach is real. I don’t even know where the stomach is running to. 😂😂
So, how did you celebrate yesterday? I bet some people were just behind their phonescreen watching people snapchat their Christmas activities from the events, parties, expensive gifts, etc and then they asked themselves why everything seemed so dry at their end. If you fall within this category, master the act of contentment.
At the end of the day, Christmas is all about the celebration of the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ and since you are alive to withness it, be happy and contended.
The frustration of fuel scarcity shouldn’t take that happiness from you.
Happy Boxing Day.