It had to happen – but at least we made it almost halfway through September.
I mean Christmas of course. Wait, you didn’t think I meant the other C word. Good grief no, I’m much too polite. Mind you, this festive one seems more like a swear word right now, for goodness sake couldn’t we please get Halloween out the way first? No? Apparently not.
M’s teacher approached me this morning with M’s timetable for tomorrow. This was good thinking as M’s TA is off poorly today and there is a replacement who won’t be as familiar with the set-up, so the teacher was looking for ways to keep the wheels nicely on track. There is to be a change to the usual Thursday afternoon, and instead of Topic work they will be doing Art.
This is fine, but how does this link with Christmas? Someone had a bright idea of getting the children to design Christmas cards, and the very best would be printed and sold to raise funds for the Parent Council. I like this idea, the school have done it before and the cards were very well received. But on the 12th September, really? But then I thought about it and there aren’t so many weeks to get this done and sorted, so starting early is a Good Thing.
Unless possibly you are M. Due to her autism, if she latches onto a subject she can be like a proverbial dog with a bone – she won’t let go. Earlier this week she disappeared upstairs to play and came down dressed like this:
Please excuse it being blurry but my new camera phone doesn’t allow for low lighting.
I was astounded that she was dressing up as an Elf but she was bouncing about in total delight repeating lines from the film Elf and being generally hyper in a Christmas-y way. It is a very short step from there to demanding carols on the CD player and then it just won’t stop. Or not without a meltdown.
I am struggling with the sight of big tins of chocolates in the supermarkets and the shelves bulging with “offers” that you know are the shops’ desperation to boost their profits early, and I am actually trying to be a wee bit more organised this year with regard to present-buying BUT I do not want to have to actively think about anything remotely festive until November at the earliest. I am used to the school starting to rehearse the Christmas play as soon as the October half term is out of the way and I acknowledge that children need a lot of practice to sound their best, but tomorrow’s art lesson could well be the start of a very long three months plus in this household.
Truth be told, I am also dreading the long dark evenings that we get here. I love the light, and the summer months fill me with joy. I don’t suffer with SAD as such, because I make it a ritual to walk outside in the daylight every single day in the Winter months but I do get more naturally gloomy. And even the promise of sparkling lights and jollity don’t erase that. The other issue I have with Christmas is the blatant commercialism. I am not a devout Christian, far from it, but I do think it is a real shame that the whole point of the original celebration seems to have got almost completely obliterated. Even when you consider that the ancient feast of Saturnalia was hijacked by the early Christians to celebrate Christmas, we appear to have lost that meaning too – and who wouldn’t want to celebrate the end of the longest night and the start of the light returning?
But anyway, back to M. I am yet to devise a cunning plan to keep mentions of the “C” word to a minimum, and to curtail the pleas to comb the Argos catalogue for ever-lengthening lists of “things I totally actually really do want Santa to bring me” without diminishing her joy about the whole thing. And I really would like to keep what little is left of my sanity between now and the 25th December. Apart from anything else I have 2 sixteenth birthday celebrations to sort out before then!
I will gladly accept any bright ideas on the subject.