Urgh, great, it’s Christmas again, ALREADY.
I mostly hate Christmas
I don’t know about you, but I have a genuine love/hate relationship for this time of year. It’s mostly hate though, and barely any noticeable amount of love. Yes, yes, yes, I’m the Grinch!
I’m just not a fan of the fuss, and this time of year just seems like one big unnecessary fuss… and long queues. The early nightfalls are causing havoc with my routinely running schedule too, and that’s the last thing my hips need right now. But nonetheless I will play nice; I’ll do my best to get dragged through the festivities and join in with the party games and gift exchanges, despite almost always ending up with bags of junk- I mean thoughtful items that reflect the true nature of the Christmas spirit- thoughtfulness, giving and sharing.
Ok, I’m not a Scrooge; I’m just at that awkward stage in my life where Christmas seems pointless. I’ve always believed that Christmas is pretty cool for grandparents, parents and children. I’m neither, so I view this time of year as a bitterly cold season where cab fares costs double in price.
Why I hate Christmas. Maybe.
Here’s a devastating story for you that will break your little ‘ickle hearts, and perhaps one of many reasons for why I’m such a deprived, miserable and tortured child…
A few years ago me and my bestie decided to do the whole present exchange thing. We had never done it before – it’s not really a manly thing to do, it’s more of a girly thing, right? Anyways, that year we decided to neck a shot of estrogen and tap into our sensitive sides by pushing aside the stigma attached to young burly men exchanging Christmas presents.
Never again. It became very clear why two men should never exchange gifts that they personally hand-picked; it’s because we’re generally too thoughtless to be any good at it (unless there’s a chance it will lead to sex). However, I genuinely put a lot of time and effort into the present selecting process, and consequently the bestie ended up with some pretty neat stuff, which included: a pair of trainers, a trendy shirt, his favourite ‘coconut slice cake-thing’ from the coffee shop EAT, a couple of strategically chosen DVD boxsets and music CDs. I was pretty excited and glowing with confidence, because I knew he’d be surprised at how well I knew him!
In exchange, he handed over (wrapped in tatty newspaper, may I add- he thought that was hilarious!) a pack of multi-coloured ball-point pens (seriously, WTF? That’s the kind of gift senile old women dish out), a basketball vest (only because I briefly mentioned that I played basketball a few weeks before and not because I’m “into it” or anything. I eventually sold it on ebay for £50), and a homoerotic calendar of a ‘young’ David Hasselhoff (which I left on the seat of the restaurant where the exchange was made). Overall, a collective pile of massive shit.
You can only imagine the deep depths of my disappointment. Trust me, I didn’t even attempt to hide my emotions and I was very reluctant on allowing him to walk out of the premises with all the cool items I showered him with. But I did, and he was certainly very pleased with himself.
Forget the whole “it’s about the giving” concept- I was scammed plain and simple! Had I of known he was going to hand me over a bag of crap, I would have happily visited my local toy shop and purchased him fake-poo, a connect-4 travel set, a half-filled bag of penny-sweets and a pair of nail-clippers from Boots. At least that way we’d have both walked away with items on the same devastating scale of poor quality. Bah!
While I could quite effortlessly continue to suck the living joy out of the festive season, I won’t.
So anyways, what about your tenant- do they deserve a card?
Landlords, are you going to bother sending your tenant(s) a Christmas card, or perhaps even a gift, like a bottle of £2.99 Merlot (hoping that your tenant will appreciate the thought and neglect the fact it tastes like donkey piss)? What do you usually do, and what are you going to do this year, anything different?
I usually send a card and a bottle of Champagne, but I’m not sure I can be bothered this year. I actually have no real reason to go against tradition, I just literally feel like I can’t be bothered. It has nothing to do with money, it has nothing to do with the fact I dislike my tenants (I don’t, by the way)…it’s just, I genuinely can’t be bothered. My Christmas spirit is usually low, but never this low. I’m not miserable or anything, I’m just not in the festive spirit.
I’ll probably end up sending my tenants overpriced luxury cards, with a personal message (because I hate receiving cards with generic messages). But beyond that, I doubt I’ll push the boat out. But to be honest, a nice card says a lot, in my opinion. Granted, it doesn’t say as much as a chilled bottle of Moet…
Hmm listen to me, I’m automatically assuming that you all have tenants that are actually worth giving a shit about. Maybe you have tenants that you despise. In the case, what better gift than sending them a festive section 21?
Disclaimer: I'm just a simple landlord blogger; I'm not qualified to give legal or financial advice. Any information I share is my opinion based on my personal experiences as an active landlord, and should never be contrued as legal or professional advice. For more information, please read my full disclaimer.