A writer who once despised their near-New Year birthday has come to embrace it as the finest time for celebration. Initially burdened by a father whose job as a choir-school head kept him working through Christmas, the author rarely had a birthday at home and never enjoyed a birthday party as a child. Gifts were often split between Christmas and birthday, such as one glove for each occasion or a two-sided LP.
Resentment faded in their late thirties when a surprise party, orchestrated by friends and neighbours, marked their first-ever birthday celebration. Now the writer eagerly invites guests months in advance, revelling in the festive atmosphere that lingers after Christmas. The house remains adorned with greenery and twinkling lights, and the holiday spirit persists.
The birthday falls just before Epiphany, a perfect time to brighten the sluggish days between Christmas and the return to work. Seasonal treats like Stilton, nuts, dates, oysters, and venison are still available, often at reduced prices. Resolutions are made but not yet implemented, making it an ideal moment for one last gathering.
The writer notes that nature itself supports midwinter births. Spring romance, traditionally peaking around St Valentine's Day, leads to winter births—just when a festive celebration can lift spirits. This ancient wisdom, observed by the writer's brother who bred budgerigars and worked as a gardener, suggests that midwinter birthdays are a natural and joyful occurrence.
