I’m one of those people who loves Christmas. Some people go on and on about how commercial and rubbish it is, and that it’s just a big marketing ploy to get us spending (I love spending). It’s a very British thing to moan. Well Bah Humbug to those people, It’s FUN (and I love spending)!
I love the sparkly street lights; cheesy music like Slade’s ‘This is Christmas’ playing in the shops; present shopping; singing carols; decorating the Christmas tree; mulled wine and mince pies; festive parties (although I’m not so keen on the hangovers and having to get up at 7am, regardless) and catching up with friends.
For the first time, my two year old is beginning to show a proper interest in Christmas (the present part, at least). She wants “a bike present under the tree”, she loves singing Jingle Bells and We Wish You A Merry Christmas (her versions) and I took her to see Santa Claus at Selfridges. She keeps eyeing up the presents under the tree and somehow managed to find the ones waiting to be wrapped I’d hidden away. Her enthusiasm is magical and infectious.
The best thing by far is being with all my family. Christmas is never really the same anywhere else. This year, there’s nine of us. We open the mountain of presents one at a time and it’s takes hours, but noone minds; play silly games after a delicious lunch; laugh, shout and dance to cheesy music (we’re a fairly loud family); relax infront of a log fire and take long walks to work off the tens of thousands of calories consumed. My daughter is the only little one so far, can you imagine how spoilt she gets? It’s no longer ‘All About Me’, it’s ‘All About Her’!
Even before Christmas Day arrives, it makes me sad to think it will soon be over. And when the festive bubble bursts, gloomy January will be upon us. I’m going to put that out of my mind for the minute and concentrate on enjoying myself for the next seven days.
Happy Christmas everyone!