Notice I will talk about a very close friend –not about me, of course- in this surreal and absurd story of Christmas time
If I would say I don’t like Christmas I would be lying like the lady who told me someday I was handsome –no, I cannot be a model, what a shame-. And I think this is not a particular Spanish problem because I talk with different people of different countries who has the same problem. Today I will talk about a friend 😉 (wink, wink, wink… and I hope you can understand my situation).
In his social environment, Christmas is such a competition of love, money and resentment –of course, I am trying to joke a bit, they are not the Colbys-. Like Jack Nicholson said in a very popular movie: there are other stories of happy people eating sandwiches and ice-cream but those stories are not ours. My friend has a family with dogs and a sister and they are doctors, engineers… And all of them have degrees at the University. They are not rich but they are not poor.
First of all, there is always a problem with the gifts in ‘my friend’ family. He tries to choose something for someone and he has always the premonition that this present won’t be enough appreciated. Make a gift to him is very simple: a cigar. Yes, he likes cigars very much but… well, that would be easy and cool and… No! His family never give him a Montecristo for Christmas because tobacco is very bad and those kind of things… instead of this, they give him useful things like a plastic bust of Frank Sinatra –well, he likes old Frank but not so much to watch his face every day-. They have money to buy nice gifts but the sensation when he gets a present is always: are these rotten flowers for me?
Second problem: there are always a dark story behind the Christmas Eve. Where are you going to spend this night? Again and again, it is no possible solution for it. He is married but his wife… well, she is not welcome there and his wife refuses to go to see his family… again, what can he do? He just wanted to drink a whiskey and forget the incredible and amazing and idiot dispute between his mother and… He doesn’t know. I know his mother and what may I say from her? She is a good woman but… when she needs to… interact? Yes… maybe… when she has to interact with another woman the theater of absurd and surrealism comes true and everything becomes a Ionesco play. Men in this family might be silent because women are tough (and tough in this case means tough), very tough. His father is a good man too. He spends his days playing Age of Empires, drinking gin and smoking cigarettes with the closed moth of a very wise man. No, he cannot open his mouth because he can die.
I don’t know how to describe it but… when my friend goes to his family home, the situation becomes so surreal as funny, so theatrical as idiot.
Well, my dear friends. It’s Christmas and it is time for old stories and those kind of things. In the case of my friend, it’s a time he might endure with patience, resignation and a pertinent smiling face.
Have a great Saturday and never forget that somewhere and somehow there are people with weird lives and living absurd situations.