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Guest blogger: Georgia Tingley

22 November 2020

Christmas nut

In every family there is one person who is a ‘Christmas nut.’ I describe this person as the Christmas driving force in the family. Someone who does the following—if you recognise yourself, be proud.

  • Has watched every Christmas movie at least two or more times
  • Loves all Christmas romance books
  • Plays or sings Christmas carols and songs—ad-nauseum
  • Is drawn to the Christmas decorations isle in the store
  • Pours over Christmas junk mail or catalogues
  • Collects and has way too many festive baubles, tinsel, lights, and other paraphernalia
  • Colour coordinates their Christmas tree
  • Has more than two Christmas shirts, dresses, hats in their wardrobe (even the ugly ones)
  • Wants to discuss the menu for Christmas dinner as soon as the door closes on the final trick-or-treater of the night
  • Has their fingernails and toenails painted in Christmas colours and with decorations
  • Starts buying and eating ‘candy canes’ as soon as they are on the shop shelves
  • Decorates their computer and workspace with tinsel, lights, and even has a festive screensaver
  • Makes their gift list (even mentally) not long after they’ve packed away the Christmas tree from last year
  • Many more things … but the list is getting too long now!

Anyone who has come to know me over the years acknowledges that I’m the family’s Christmas nut! But in all fairness, it wouldn’t be half as fun without these members steering the rest of the folk to enjoy the Christmas cheer.

We’re the ones who organise the Christmas light viewing evenings and Christmas pageant attendance. We produce the Secret Santa list and deliver to everyone. We create the cute or silly ‘dancing elves with your face’ e cards, that get sent out to family members.

In essence we are Christmas!

But why are we like this? I can’t speak for the other ‘Christmas nuts’ out there, but for me a psychologist would probably say it’s because I had lovely Christmases growing up as a child in Canada, and I’m trying to recreate it for my own family.

It goes without saying that a ‘White Christmas’ is awesome and is the standard most of us have held, either because of our European heritage or from growing up watching Hollywood’s version of Christmas.

Christmas time was postcard perfect where I grew up, in the suburbs of Toronto. The pristine blanket of white powder covered the landscape like a super-heavy serving of icing sugar. Every house was festooned with decorations and coloured lights. Real pine trees, usually from a Christmas tree farm, were lugged home to be set up in the front window of our houses.

As kids, we raced outside to brave the winter chill to ice skate in the frozen ponds, lakes, or in the park across the street, where a makeshift rink was created. We all owned toboggans or sleds, which we dragged uphill, only to shriek with joy as we flew downward over packed snow. We licked icicles, made snowmen, built igloos, and fashioned snow angels in the snow. Snowball fights ensued while walking home from school, as we slid across every patch of ice on the sidewalk.

One of my fondest memories was going ice skating in the evening. The ice rink was outside one of the bigger local shopping centres. In the middle of the rink was an island with a couple of park benches for skaters to rest. Small conifers, bedecked with festive lights, stood in the island, while strings of coloured globes crisscrossed overhead, reflecting pink, and orange, and green in the ice under our skate-booted feet.

On the sideline were 44-gallon drums with fires lit inside, so people could bunch around and warm themselves. You could buy hot chocolate drinks and hot dogs to consume when having a break. Christmas carols blared out over loudspeakers and almost every person wore a Santa hat. Sometimes there’d be a small cart with the vendor selling paper bags filled with roasted nuts.

Christmas Eve my family always entertained either other family members or friends. But it was always only until 11.30 pm. Then everyone bundled up to attend ‘midnight mass’ at our local church. When we returned there would be more presents stacked high under the tree from Santa, who’d somehow mysteriously made it to our house as soon as it became Christmas Day. We got to open one present and then had to go to bed until the ‘official’ Christmas morning.

Last year I wrote a Christmas novella called Whistler Wonderland, hoping to capture this magical time. In this story I wrote all the wonderful things about having a ‘White Christmas’. My novella is funny, sexy, romantic, and full of Christmas cheer. It won Romance Writers of Australia’s RuBY Award in 2020 for the novella category. Right now, it’s available for $0.99 here. Give yourself a Christmas present and pick up a copy for a festive Christmas read that will get you in the mood to be a Christmas nut!


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Leave a comment on this article to go in the draw to win a signed copy of Whistler Wonderland (Australian addresses only). The giveaway will close on 6 December.

Whistler Wonderland

Cherise really, really loves Christmas. So, when she wins her perfect holiday for two, a white Christmas at Whistler Ski Resort in Canada – all her dreams come true. There’s only one downside to her ‘12 Days of Whistler’ vacation … her boyfriend of six months has dumped her only weeks before they’re due to fly out.

When her brother’s annoying best friend wants to buy her ticket, she point-blank refuses. Hunter had always been a thorn under her skin, ever since he’d asked her brother ‘who the fat chick was’, on meeting her as a pre-teen. The insult had stuck with her over the years, and in her opinion, Hunter was way too good looking, and needed to be brought down a peg or two every now and again. Cherise had assigned that job to herself, sick of women drooling over him. Plus, there was no way she would sell her ultimate Christmas so he could take one of his girlfriends.

Then Hunter offers her a deal she can’t refuse. They’ll share the holiday, and with him paying for half, Cherise has plenty of spending money. However, there were conditions. One, Hunter must escort her to all the couple events the holiday entails, and two, absolutely NO SEX!

Among the magical festivities of a Whistler Wonderland the rules shouldn’t be too hard to enforce. After all, Cherise was immune to Hunter’s charms, so she could easily resist him, right?


4 Comments leave one →
  1. 23 November 2020 6:24 am

    I’m a bit of a Christmas nut too, but this year feels different. Can’t see family and all our friends will be away… maybe we should put up the tree early for some cheer.

  2. Erin Boyd permalink
    22 November 2020 9:26 am

    Hi Georgia, I like Christmas, but some years find myself feeling a bit bah humbug at all the organising and hassle of it all. Trying not to do that this year, nearly finished the shopping – so won’t have to face the mad shops in December, and going to put the tree & decorations up soon. Enjoy your Christmas 🙂

    • Anonymous permalink
      22 November 2020 10:49 pm

      Hey Erin, I too was like that on occasion, especially when my kids were teens and were ‘too cool’ to do some of the Chrissy things. Now we have five grandchildren, all under six it’s back to being exciting. After all, Christmas through a child’s eyes is magical.

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