It’s Blogmas Day 2 and time to get a little ranty – Christmas style with my 400 word rants series. If you haven’t caught it before, I rant about a topic in 400 words or less. This one, in the spirit of Christmas, is all about my lack of Christmas jumper.I won’t lie, this one is less of a rant and more of a salty storytime, because my lack of Christmas jumper dates back to a whole moment in my life.
(Preface: Everything here is said light-heartedly. You all know by now that I love my mother more than anything so it’s all just a bit of a joke. I say the exact same thing to her around this time of year, so there are no real hard feelings.)
Topic of Today: Why Don’t I Have a Christmas Jumper?
For years of my childhood, before I had the funds or the agency to buy my own clothes, I longed for a Christmas jumper. I have always been obsessed with everything Christmas, and a Christmas jumper seemed like the perfect commitment. I used to circle them in catalogues, I used to point them out in stores, I made it clear that they were the dream. And yet, year after year, I was lacking in Christmas attire. Why?
Because of my mother.
“Christmas jumpers are tacky!”
“Why have a jumper that you can only wear one time a year?!”
“They don’t look good at all!”
And so, I was left without one, forced to accept my mother’s ways.
The year that I went to University, I had pretty much forgotten my rage surrounding Christmas jumpers. I had more things to worry about, Christmas shopping balanced with deadlines… The festive jumpers were at the back of my mind… Until the incident.
I came home from my first term of Uni ready to stuff my face with mince pies and tell everyone about my “wild” Uni life. However, as I walked through the door, what did I see my mum, dad and sister wearing? Christmas jumpers. The Christmas jumpers that I had been deprived of year after year. Apparently, my mum had to buy one to wear for a work Christmas jumper day and thought it was cute, so bought them for the rest of the family… Apart from me, because I wasn’t there and she assumed I wouldn’t want one…. WHY! WOULD I! THE ONE WHO HAD ASKED FOR YEARS! NOT WANT A CHRISTMAS JUMPER!
I have never felt more betrayed in my life. Now everybody but me in my household owns aChristmas jumper. And they weren’t evenpart of the struggle.
I am more than aware that I could buy myself a Christmas jumper. I know that I am a strong independent woman. However, it’s now a matter of principle. Someone (My mother) needs to redo their wrong and get me that jumper! If I do not have one by the end of this year I will revolt! I hate to be a brat about it, but I need my Christmas jumper and I need it now.
And there you have it! The most intense story of betrayal you have ever read. Let me know what you thought in the comments!
23 days til Christmas!