Christmas Blues…

Christmas is supposed to be the time to be merry. However, I always greet it with some trepidation. There are a few Christmas related obligations to be fulfilled and most of them are not so burdensome. However, the one which involves my Hubbie’s brother, it makes me grimace. It always start from an annual phone call from him, enquiring about our plan for the coming Christmas. And a hint of collywobbles inside me grows as the day approaches.
Why this predicament? His wife has a bad back and can not do a long travel and my widowed father-in-law who resides in Yorkshire wants to have a family Christmas. So they thought why didn’t we all gather at Hubbie’s brother’s abode.
If only his brother’s behaviour towards Hubbie were more pleasant and mature, I wouldn’t have minded about the visit this much. We always gave the benefit of doubt as if he might have mellowed and his manner may be improved. Yet, we always agreed he had never changed, ‘A leopard can’t change its spots, can he?’

The traffic was surprisingly busy in spite of the Christmas holiday…

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And hurtling towards our destination with a heavy heart…

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Furry member of the brother’s household…

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They were only happy to have extra guests to make a fuss over them.

This year, we decided to drop in just for tea and mince pie in order to reduce our misery. Don’t get me wrong that we are fond of his wife and our sweet niece. I also get on very well with my father-in-law. We are always happy to exchange pleasantries and up-date about each other’s life. However, his brother, who more and more starts to resemble a dried prune due to excessive drinking, is totally not any sane person’s cup of tea.
As we sat around the fire and were hard at work trying to perform our annual family togetherness exercise, the brother planted himself in an old sofa, throwing his snide here and there. And poor Hubbie was a likely target of his unkind remarks. Hubbie can’t figure out why his brother behaves so badly towards him as long as he remembers. A possible explanation is that this is a classic case of sibling rivalry. The brother is one year older than Hubbie and has been less successful academically and career-wise.
On our way home, Hubbie sighed and muttered, ‘He never liked me’. ‘At least, our presence made your dad happy’, I comforted him.
Are we going to perform another unhappy pantomime the next Christmas? At the moment, our answer is a definite no-no. But our heart may wane as we consider his dad’s feeling. Oh dear, why the life is so complicated…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

5 thoughts on “Christmas Blues…

    • Thank you, gorgeous. Sadly, his brother is one black speckle on our calendar and I don’t like him at all. Hope he will amend his way in future like Scrooge did in Christmas Carol… Have a lovely holiday with your family & friends xx

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