In case you hadn’t noticed it’s almost Christmas. This year we have welcomed in the Christmas spirit a little earlier than usual (although when I used to work in retail, Christmas began in August and in my book, that’s still way too early). Did you start early this year? I’m guessing the effects of Covid meant anything to distract, in a kinda “oooh look over here, sparkly lights” sort of way, was welcomed? I know I feel better with a little bit of light in the darkness of winter.
Since having a child, Christmas has become a big thing again, well for our family anyway. The excitement of a small one has helped heaps. I love the magic of it, the sparkly lights and the year on year traditions that we continue to make, as our little family. But that wasn’t always the case for me. Years gone by, have either been ones of complete disappointment, a drunken haze or a “please can this just be over, so I can get back to real life” rush. Can you relate? I guess year on year there have been the great moments, the good times with both friends and family. Many filled with Joy and the obligatory Monopoly game. But so many of them have been filled with dread, as I’ve got dressed in some extremely itchy jumper, in order to face the ordeal. To try and get through the afternoon, with gritted teeth. I’m sure if we linger on the great and the good, this coming yuletide will feel like a warm hug. But for many years the gloom and grating relatives used to fill me with dread.