Every Christmas is different for me.
When I was a young man I used to get really depressed around Christmas. Probably because of family-related issues. I’ve heard a lot of people suffer from the Christmas blues. The baseball manager Billy Martin used to get morbidly depressed every Christmas. Sink into this dark, brooding funk. Ironically, Martin died on Christmas day in a car crash. Maybe he had a premonition.
Then, during the 15 years I co-published the Telegraph Street Calendar, I was so busy working during the Christmas season peddling the calendar, I didn’t have time to get depressed. And by the time Christmas day came around, I was happy just to collapse in a heap, and grateful I didn’t have to do much of anything.
There were some Christmases where I was in the middle of a big social scene, and Christmas day was like this day-long party. Then there was one Christmas where I just wasn’t in the mood for it. I bought a bunch of beer and cigarettes, crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and listened to Beatles music by myself for 24 hours. And I felt perfectly fine about doing that.
Probably everybody has had at least one “Charlie Brown” Christmas. Ya know? Where everything goes wrong and no Christmas cheer can be found. Grandma stabs Grandpa with a fork at the Christmas dinner table. You get no presents or cards. Or you end up all alone, buying a frozen turkey dinner at 7-11 for your Christmas dinner.
Who knows what this Christmas will bring. Christmas has a way of making you take stock of where your life ended up, particularly your social life — your family and friends and loved ones. So that can sometimes throw a curve ball at you if you’re really not on top of things.
We’ll see what Christmas 2019 has in story for us.