I’m feeling a little weepy today, my eldest son has just left to spend the rest of the Christmas period and the New Year with his girlfriend and her family up the country. Why the tears, it just reminds me that Christmas Day with us all gathered together in the sitting room won’t last forever. And as we get older, life seems to speed past so quickly and it’s only a matter of time before they’ll be gathered in other sitting rooms, in other parts of the country or perhaps other parts of the world.
I love Christmas Day, I don’t love the build up to Christmas. I used to when I was younger, when I had more money, time and energy. Now the weeks leading to Christmas are really just to be endured. When you’re jostling with other shoppers in a busy store, and you just feel like screaming aloud “You know wouldn’t it be so much easier for you, if you went around me instead of THROUGH me”.
You know Christmas day is the only day where I’m quite happy to be up early, and although my kids are no longer part of the ‘up at the crack of dawn’ brigade, I like to be up before everyone else. Shower, coffee, turn the lights on and set the fire, then to the kitchen to start the family dinner. Such a peaceful and reflective time, and then I can relax and enjoy watching them open their presents.
I think today is a day for reminiscing, about all the Christmases that have come and gone, some from my childhood and some more recently. My first Christmas with my new baby son, everything lovingly done from scratch, cake, puddings, mince pies and sweets and happily getting up at five in the morning to crowbar the biggest turkey you’ve ever seen into an oven two sizes too small for it. To the Christmas I electrocuted myself, the cool clammy feeling, nausea, heart pounding and irregular. Does it seem funny to be reminiscing about something like that, maybe, but I’m alive and the family got a laugh. I have an evil family!
There have been Christmases I wanted to sleep through, the year my dad died, but when you have kids that’s a luxury you can’t afford. But you get through, and it’s never as bad as you imagined it to be.
I love Christmas, and I treasure every one, no two will ever be the same and most importantly Christmas is not about what is, but what could be. Such a magical time.
Oh yes and we survived ANOTHER end of the world. Woohoo!