Christmas wishes

It’s official Christmas is starting to arrive, decorations are beginning to go on sale and the nights are drawing in. Thank goodness for big thick socks and university hoodies.

Anyway, all this premature Christmas excitement got me thinking about a blog I wrote last Christmas. It was a few paragraphs about what future Christmas days might be like, lots of burnt Christmas dinners and tucking my children into bed on Christmas Eve and telling them if they don’t go to sleep instantly Father Christmas won’t be able to drop off their presents.

Obviously this year won’t be any different to last Christmas, or the Christmas before that, which is in ways good and bad. It’s good because it means I haven’t unintentionally created any offspring and bad because I want to buy a load of decorations and literally ‘deck the halls.’

I think that’s the worst part about still being at home, not being about to coat the house in Christmas the way you want to. Admittedly that is terribly selfish, but it’s not as bad as it sounds…

When you have your own place and an income it’s very easy to make things ‘yours’ and new traditions are made and you don’t have the fear of treading on any toes.

When you’re at home there’s always a way of doing things and certain ways things are done.
In our house we usually send someone up to the loft to drag out the box of decorations, lights, left over crackers from pervious years and spend Christmas Eve in a mad rush trying to put it all up. The tree normally stays tied up in its packaging for at least a week before it goes into the lounge and Mum hides all the chocolates around the back of the tree so that nobody can find them and eat them.

This is a far cry from the giant Christmas box, full of red and white decorations, Christmas bunting, the Snowman DVD, candles, mistletoe, giant felt calendar (complete with chocolates), children’s Christmas books and much much more than will coat my future house. ..Cuddled up on the sofa on Christmas Eve, being kept warm by a log fire, with ‘Daddy’ reading ‘The night before Christmas’ to our twins and I.

However, back in reality and off planet Zogg my box of decorations will have to wait. At the end of the day not all traditions live on, some disappear. So I vow to put aside the new traditions for the time being and focus on those worth keeping.

Besides the perfect Christmas would involve me having to cook gingerbread men and let’s face it, I need a good 30 years to perfect that one!