Christmas in Spain offers something very different
Ah, Christmas. No other time of the year – save, perhaps, for those heady six weeks in summer when the schools are closed – has the ability to weirdly alter one’s perceptions of space and time.
As a kid I remember staring forlornly at the fourth opened door on my chocolate advent calendar, totting up the remaining 20 unopened doors and sighing to myself (well, bawling to my parents, but like I say, Christmas does weird things to your perception) “it’s never going to be Christmas!”
Back then, December seemed to trudge slowly through the days, like an overworked yuletide mum dragging the Christmas tree home single-handedly from the market in an inadvertent act of Jesus-carrying-the-cross symbolism. You know she’ll get there in the end, but it’s going to take aaaages…