What's on?

No matter what people say, Christmas television is the best kind of television. The fact that when you wake up at 7am and turn on the box there is already a film on tells you that it’s going to be a good day. So without hesitation or guilt we sit back and watch a baby polar bear looking for magic snow flake or something else utterly pointless but so enjoyable. Maybe the content of some of the shows has waned in recent years but it’s the feeling of knowing you can just sit back in your slippers with a cup of hot chocolate eating from a box of celebrations and a tube of Pringles knowing that today really is the best day of the year.

In 2009, channel 4 broadcasted a show called The Family. It was basically a ‘fly on the wall’ style documentary about a typical British family and in my opinion they got it spot on. What really stuck out though was the Christmas episode. It showed all the normal tantrums and stress that the holidays at home bring but also how we wouldn’t change it for anything. And like most households on the 25^th of December, the day started with watching television and ended with it too. Maybe I could relate to the family more because there are four children (the same as in my immediate family), they had a cat (I also have a cat. Humbug, aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww Humbug) and even that they shared the same surname as me in Hughes. My point though is that why do so many start to moan when they see the TV guide for Christmas Day? I’m sure more people last year were tuned into The Grinch on ITV for god sake rather than watching The Queen complain for 15 minutes. They look at the Christmas shows that are on and say “well that all looks like a load of shit” yet they still watch it with a secret warm feeling inside.

Well to be honest I’m not going to be ashamed of the fact that I like Christmas television. And like every year, I’m sure that come 8pm I will be sat in my living room having just eaten a cold turkey sandwich, drinking Coca-Cola, eating my box of celebrations and covered in crumbs of everything else. And why not? It’s not like I’m busy the next day.