Christmas is coming, isn’t it?

There’s a lot of talk, out here, about how hard it is to enjoy Christmas when the weather is so hot, about how wrong it all seems. Many travellers who’ve come to the east from colder climes seem to have had abrupt memory loss about the impassable snowdrifts, biting wind chill and awful misery of those cold December months, where ice inside windows and cars that won’t start herald every freezing dawn. Me, I don’t mind having a hot Christmas, I’ve had a few now. I think the fluffy trees with baubles bouncing about in afternoon storms are still festive, and though I agree it’s weird to be doing it all in a vest dress and flip-flops it’s just different, isn’t it? It’s not actually wrong.

Perhaps the discomfort is more to do with simple homesickness, that old roast chestnut, and if it’s seasonal spirit that’s missing then I guess I’m guilty too.

There’s no doubt I’ve been waiting for that skip inside that I usually get when I think of wrapping, clementines, stockings, bread sauce. Today for a big Christmas lunch I made piping hot mulled wine in a kitchen that must have been around 39C just to get that ruby waft of sugar and spice. Last Friday after the big choir concert I missed our aftershow party because the last beautiful descant of a carol that my mother had always loved made me so suddenly sad about her that I knew I could only walk home crying, instead of chat over the mince pies. And instead of the usual 698 cards I always send I have counted out just 35. I’m sorry about that but I feel somehow justified in cutting it down: it is my turn, this year, to forget.

I know what it is for me. My sister arrives in a week and I know I’m counting down every single slow-moving second until we are in a cab heading back from the airport together, and to a certain extent things are on hold until she unpacks the pre-ordered festive spirit here in our tropical back bedroom. Hope she hurries up, because until then you can find me stirring a hot pot of wine in a boiling kitchen with Slade on the radio and candy canes melting in the bottom of all the stockings.

4 thoughts on “Christmas is coming, isn’t it?

  1. Hi, I found your blog through Amy and really enjoy it! I so recognise the feeling, I too made the mulled wine…
    I think it is all about embracing the tropical Christmas as good as you can, without losing the most important memories from Christmases past.. (I am sure it helps that I grew up in the tropics myself, we used to have casaurina trees for christmas trees). My son said the other day that he did not like Christmas in Singapore as there is no snow. That is when I realised most of the Christmases in his short life, in the UK, have been white! Now I am taking them to the snowdome, haha, to get the snowy, chilly feel. Another good tip is Tanglin Mall, where we took them saturday evening to experience a very Singaporean experience of snow! Will be blogging about that one soon, but sorry, I only write in dutch at the moment (no time to keep up the english site..), but can definitely recommend, every night at 7.30, bring dry clothes for kids.

  2. Hello Karien, Thanks for the lovely message. It is very simple nostalgia, isn’t it? I’ll take your tip and make a trip down to Tanglin. I saw the bubbles from the back of a cab the other night – magical! My boy will love that (as will I). Wishing you a very sweaty Christmas and a mullered New Year, perhaps see you via Amy some time?

  3. Hi Moo
    Lovely to see you are “bedding in”, so to speak, to your big adventure. Hope I’m not one of those to be forgotten! Shurely shome mishtake…! Only joking..
    I miss Mum too, even though we didn’t see each other often, and to my everlasting shame not enough latterly, I have you all in my heart.
    I wish you all a magical and happy Christmas.
    Sending lots of love and hugs
    RoseyBee xx xx xx

  4. Aw RB. Yes missing is just inescapable but given so much clarity sometimes that it’s literally heartbreaking. Thanks for post, we are adventuring indeed. Wishing you a happy Christmas whatever you get up to. Big kiss xxx

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