Having to sum up this Christmas with
one word, I would choose boredom. Christmas has never meant much to me: no big
dinners with relatives, no gifts or stuff like that, no annoying carols.
This time, more than others, absolutely
nothing remarkable happened. The annoying sense of sleepiness that has accompanied me through the day and
the rainy weather killed the curiosity towards my first Christmas in Vancouver and led me soon in the afternoon to give up the idea of a movie
at the cinema in downtown, preferring to split unequally my time between bed
and computer.
Pretty sad, I admit it, especially
considered at least somebody had more fun than me: a housemate of mine is
singing now something incomprehensible in his room, being drunk as usual.
The consideration it was my first
Christmas far from my family after 6 years just added a bit of melancholy to
this tasteless “Christmas Cake”.
Tomorrow it will be just another ordinary day, swearing at the fact I have to go to work on 26th, as I did on 24th.
That being said, I can’t really say
I have fully experienced a Canadian Christmas, other than the most classic
dinner ever for that time (turkey, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes)
together with housemates and landlady.
Walking in rush on Vancouver street
(or more correctly running to catch the public means) I haven’t really seen
many signs of Christmas, like decorative lights hung over the streets as it would
happen in any Italian city; Christmas seems to be more “on the air”, with radio
stations overcrowded with Christmas songs, quizzes and news about the national
sport that plays its finals on 25th December: shopping.
