Just Like Christmas - Housewife
This song starts off sparse and dreamy, but I like how it builds up, shambly and noisy, starting halfway through at the transition from it wasn’t like Christmas at all to it was just like Christmas.
I’m writing this after Christmas Day has technically ended in my timezone, headphones tilted so that I can hear the raucous table talk of the people still awake and playing cards in my mum’s living room. Many of the same faces that I’ve seen every December 25 for my entire life, though we don’t look the same as we did. Some old people now missing during the family phone calls, some new people shuffling the decks.
I don’t feel so young; I’m now a little older than my mum was, and a little younger than my dad was, when I was born. I look at family photos and these days I find myself more often imagining myself as the adult than the child. I feel a generational shifting from many directions; friends having children, grandparents dying, layers of incomprehensible slang from people younger than me, chewing on grief and forgiveness, mentoring rather than being mentored.
The time passes, but intensely.
Hoping you had Christmas just how you like it,
Tessa