It’s Christmas time in London! The lights are up, decorations are in every single store – and it’s hard to miss the fact that we’re getting closer to a new year.
I’ve heard wonderful things about Christmas time in London. All of the lights and magic, what’s not to love?
Anyway, it somehow feels like too much. Too much consumerism, too much wasted energy, too many people and too much stress out there in the streets. It makes me wonder where I’ll find this much talked about “magic”. I’ll tell you one thing – I didn’t find it on Oxford Street, Piccadilly Circus or at Covent Garden.
I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find in a a queue, trying to get into Winter Wonderland this year either.
Am I a weirdo for actually admitting that?
But don’t worry – I’ll find it. With the Norwegian Christmas food my parents brought me this weekend (pinnekjøtt, yass!), some Mariah Carey, David Gray’s Christmas Babylon, some good friends over for dinner, candles, writing Christmas cards to my family and wrapping in a few gifts.
My point is; this year I’m not seeking for Christmas anywhere else. Christmas is whatever you want it to be, and wherever you decide it should be. It’s about the mood – and we can set the mood no matter where we are. Trust me, you’re more likely to find it in your own living room – than down in Oxford Street.