Hi, hello, happy holidays…. 😊
It hasn’t been a Christmassy kind of Christmas. Most people tweeted that they felt the same way on Christmas. Well, it was an unusual Christmas. For one, I didn’t eat until 5 pm, had cramps all day, and we actually made Moi Moi for Christmas lunch. There weren’t any matching PJs or presents under the tree too 😅
Something even more unusual happened. Harmattan finally arrived! When the winds started to blow, I was so excited to slip into my socks and the warmest hoodie I could find. I love harmattan so you can guess it made my Christmas. This year’s harmattan gave with its unusualness too. It was a mix of cold and hot, so one minute you are shivering and holding on to your blanket, and the next little beads of sweat are settling on your forehead, under your breasts or neck.
I had a pretty dull Christmas, I spent most of it craving a burger, lounging around, and watching movies. I don’t know if this comes with growing older but I didn’t feel the Christmassy vibes I used to feel. Christmas meant dressing up for church sometimes or helping mom to dice the carrots and peas into little shapes while Christmas carols played all morning. It meant trying to escape from being the one to cut the cabbage or pluck the chicken. It also meant killing the chicken itself, everyone scared away from doing this part.
My mom usually did the killing but today I decided I wanted to try. When I tried to grab on to the knife while she held on to the chicken and pressed one of her legs on its legs, she told me no, she would do it. So instead, I watched as the chicken struggled and wriggled while she cut its neck. The chicken didn’t stop to wriggle though, she still held on to it while it wriggled and wriggled. Mom said her whole body was shaking while she waited for it to die. The thing is if you let go of it while it still wriggled, the chicken would scamper off and you’d be left running after a headless chicken. The absolute Christmas horror story.
At that moment I chickened out, the thought of how I actually entertained the idea that I could kill a chicken myself shook me. I knew I couldn’t do it. As I cleaned up its blood, I felt like a murder accomplice cleaning up their act with bleach.
Some Christmas Memories
I was the kid who watched Home Alone every Christmas and I mean all versions of it. There is no greater feeling like munching on a chicken and watching Kevin play pranks. This year, I decided to end Christmas day with a solo movie date with “How the Grinch stole Christmas”. It’s funny how I never saw that movie, it’s such a good movie, the acting was superb and the dialogue was a mix of salty humor and cheesiness. The way their words sometimes rhymed in a sentence was cute and cheesy. I saw the movie and not the animation so the Grinch looked a bit scary to me that I had to pause and check if it was horror 😆 I loved the Grinch because he was a villain who was humanized like the Joker, the movie.
Another movie I’ve been getting into is “The Good Place”. With each episode I saw, I asked myself WTF is going on. You think you finally figured it out and then there is another plot twist and you're left wondering again. If you need a good laugh you should see it. I love how they nailed the character developments. Janet and Eleanor are lowkey my favorite characters.
Goodbye to 2020 👋🏼, 4 days to 2021 🤩
This is my last newsletter to you for the year 2020. I did it! Thank you for always reading my emails and sharing them. You rock 🎉
Remember to actually rest, watch movies or do something fun. And if you get lonely, this might cheer you up. See you in 2021, love.