Lelani, the Grinch

I love Christmas, normally. Nothing makes me happier than the red and green colour combo, shopping for presents (I love giving gifts), putting up the tree (normally bf has to stop me from doing so in November), hanging the stockings and, most importantly, spending the time with family and friends. I even don’t mind the endless play of Boney M, in fact I actually enjoy it as it reminds me of my childhood Christmases in Graaff-Reinet with my grandparents.

This year is different… So far the Christmas tree is still in its box (covered in 2012’s dust), my Facebook profile picture is still one from a month ago (and not the traditional one of me wearing a Christmas hat), the prospect of gift shopping is as appealing as a Justin Bieber concert, and every ‘happy Christmas’ I’ve received so far has been met with a frown, a grumble and a silent middle-finger.

Even the idea of red and green festivities with loved ones leaves me feeling like I could crawl under my bed – with a bottle of Merlot and Ken Follett novel, of course – until 2013.

Somewhere in 2012 the Grinch stole my Christmas spirit or, perhaps, it is I who have become the Grinch.

Thank you to my sport-loving, uncle-like person for inspiring the title.