Hands on buzzers… What do Helena Christensen, Annie Lennox, Ryan Seacrest, Dido, Humphrey Bogart, The Veronica’s and I all have in common? Anyone? Give-up? Well for those of you playing at home we were all born on Christmas Day.
I was actually due on New Year’s Eve but out I popped, seven days early, which as it turns out was the very first and last time I’ve been early for anything in my life. Was the change in my predicted birth date the reason I love Christmas as much as Will Ferrell in Elf, I don’t know. What I do know is I LOVE being born on Christmas Day. I wouldn’t change it for the world, trust me it’s a bloody brilliant day to have a birthday.
In my experience it’s a real conversation starter talking about the day I was born. One of the usual go-to’s from people is “Wow you have the same birthday as Jesus!” Now to backtrack slightly here, there is some contention surrounding the actual day Jesus wasn’t born, but for the sake of this column let’s stick to the traditional, Disney version and say yes our Lord Jesus Christ was in fact born in his manger on the 25th of December. Back to the ‘me & Jesus sharing a birthday banter’…. after years of hearing the same statement I was well armed with my response, which as a woman with long curly hair was “ Yes indeed we do share a birthday. We also have the same hair but I am without the biblical beard.” Now as I gallop into middle age I say, “ Yes indeed we do share a birthday. We also have the same hair and almost the same biblical beard.” (Oh the joys of getting older, why does our hairline start to recede as our facial hair starts to come through thick and fast?! #thankyoulaser )
Anyway back to being born on Christmas day. Along with any reference to Jesus there is always the stock standard question “Do you get two lots of presents?” Fair question. Yes on the whole I have been lucky enough to receive double gifts, except when I have been given a hugely substantial present that had to be justified by being for both Christmas & my birthday, or used as an excuse by a stingy boyfriend to buy just the one present. One particularly frugal boyfriend went as far as finding a ‘Happy Birthday & Christmas’ card, needless to say he didn’t turn out to be a keeper. ‘Christmas is all about giving.’ was clearly a slogan made up by someone who wasn’t born in December!
As Slade sang ‘ I wish it could be Christmas every day.” If someone could bottle that feeling, smell, taste, and sense of excitement you had as a five year old going to bed on Christmas Eve they would make a fortune. Magic. It is such a special time of the year – and a glorious day to have a birthday. While you can’t please all of the people all of the time there is a fairly large percentage of the worlds population that not only have my birthday off work or school every year, but also spend the day with their friends and family celebrating. Not a bad birthday wish.
The other huge positive about being a Christmas Day Baby is the magical way you can stretch your birthday from a single day to a whole month. As soon as I get a whiff of a Christmas tree, spot a festive front door wreath, hear Band Aid ‘Do They Know it’s Christmas’ blasting on the radio or best of all when ‘Love Actually’ is on the television, I kick up my heels as it’s birthday month bitches! Let the festivities begin. I have long since let go of any angst surrounding the fact I was never being chosen to play baby Jesus in the nativity play at school (even though I was an obvious choice) & at best I made the camel that the Three Wise Men had hit Bethlehem on. Life is too short and there is too much mulled wine to drink.
The only real downside I associate with being born on the ‘day of day’s’ is that no-one ever forgets your birthday. I mean how hard is it to remember the miraculous day I joined the world?! Not hard. In comparison (and until the Mark Zukerberg birthday reminder that is Facebook) me having to remember a plethora of birth dates spanning 365 days was well hard! Oh actually add the office singing you happy birthday and presenting you with a chocolate mud cake to the cons’s list too – not that I want everyone from accounts ringing my door bell with birthday wishes and paper plates on Dec 25.
So to sum up and as I tell pregnant mum’s who’s due date is around Christmas Day, it really is the most wonderful day of the year to be born!