Christmas in England- not that I am the expert. But I have observed differences and feel it’s only fair to share.
1. The British are unabashedly into Christmas. There is something refreshing about the total submission and resignation of London and its people to this holiday. Nobody says Happy Holidays or places a menorah in the vicinity to give any air of religious equality. There are 7 million Christmas parties, lunches, events in the workplace. And if you don’t want to do Secret Santa, people kick you and pour mulled wine up your nose in some pseudo-Kris Kringle waterboarding tactic.
2. Apparently candy canes are American. WHAT?! Someone had peppermint bark at work the other day and I attacked it with the ferociousness of someone coming off a 10-day hunger strike. I am pretty sure at one point a tear rolled down my cheek and I closed my eyes and hugged the container and whispered “Williams-Sonoma, I missed you” over and over.
3. Instead of fruitcake, the British eat mince pies. So I feel like if you are going to grind up fruit and force people to eat it even though everyone knows they would rather have cheesecake or something actually resembling deliciousness, the way to go is surely mince pies. At least there is pastry crust and sugar involved.
4. A majority of the Christmas cards for sale are for charity. Well done, colonists! We’ve got it wrong in America with our pure corporate greed. If you know everyone is going to be killing trees and letter carriers anyway to send photos of their kids out while refusing a personal message in ink anywhere to be seen, I do think the proceeds should go to cancer research. It’s a really nice idea.
5. These are big. And these.
6. Turkey is the big Christmas meal. Turkey deli meat is like $8.00 per slice the rest of the year here so eat up!
7. The day after Christmas is Boxing Day and it involves money maybe so I will be celebrating it this year if at all possible.
8. Apparently the gift-giver is Father Christmas, but that did not stop hundreds of people this past weekend from dressing as Santa Claus and marching through the streets of London for hours on what might be the world’s greatest pub crawl. I made Bryan go, and next year we are dressing up. Who’s in?!