India Doyle: Feeling festive

Ding dong ding dong (to quote the Other Guys) Christmas is romping towards us. The library has got hold of a Christmas tree, (it’s real, I had someone smell it to confirm) and they’ve even put in fake presents (not real, I shook them to confirm) ((I didn’t, but if they are real, there’s not enough for the 8000 students in the library so that’s not really fair)).

There is no denying that St Andrews has got that festive vibe going on: There’s Christmas lights all over the place; Waterstones has got books such as ‘Santa Needs a Wee’ in its window; the University has already had it’s carol concert, and there are mince pies in Tesco (which, I know, have been there since October but you get my drift).

So I’ve been thinking about how to cheer myself up and get in the Christmas spirit whilst wrestling with revision. Though ideas such as bringing mulled wine to the library in a flask, or eating twenty mince pies for breakfast are inspired, they fail to give that truly festive kick.

I wanted to come up with an idea that would transform my life into Love Actually, but given that my brain is otherwise preoccupied revising monsters and death, I just looked to the internet. I typed in Christmas to youtube (what better way to combine Christmas and revision) and I found this absolute gem. Not only is it marked as ‘the best Christmas video’ but it also told me that I could spread some Christmas magic around the world by sharing this video….

The snow! The Dog! I think what really gives it the Christmas punch is the irrelevant costumes. The lyric “we sing a merry song, and we all sing along” is outstanding, as is the heart wrenching bit where he declares “Christmas eve, still believe”. Oh god!

If that doesn’t cheer you up, there’s always Frosty the Pervert:

I’m not really sure if this should be allowed on the internet. If the general content doesn’t give you that festive feeling, then at least be happy that you’re doing something more productive then singing about a snowman with an erection. Or, for those of you that can perhaps identify with Frosty the Pervert, (or just like mean girls) you might enjoy this one:

But in the end, the only way that anyone ever begins to feel festive is by listening to this. So, after an exceedingly pointless article, induced by more own relentless need to procrastinate, I’ll leave you with Mariah.

Merry Christmas.

P.S who owns the nicotine addicted cat that has appeared outside the library? Someone should take it home, it looks really sad.