The tinsel is back in the loft, we're all so sick of turkey that if we saw one roaming the streets we'd be tempted to give it a kick, and dead Christmas trees line the pavements like rotting corpses. Christmas is over. And didn't we all have a lovely time? Well, yes actually, despite the worlds best efforts to make it otherwise.
This was to be the first year that hubby and I would stay at home alone for Christmas, with our son. So we went to visit relatives the week before festivities began and returned, via a six hour hellish journey in our car so small that even my 10 month son manages to look cramped, to discover we had been burgled. Merry Christmas!
Thus an evening at my friends house ensued whilst hubby waited for police and locksmiths and then we decamped to my brother in-law's house and took Christmas with us.
Oddly, I felt even more in the mood for Christmas than I had in the first place, and this leads me to wonder why? Maybe it was all the kind messages people sent me which made me realise how many good people there are in the world? Maybe it was the reminder that material things don't really matter when you're surrounded by friends and family? Or maybe it was the fact that all our presents were in the car with us and there was a ten foot tree in my brother in-law's flat to put them under? We'll never know...
Thus we ate as if we were in a feast from the end of the Asterix books, and drank endless snowballs for five days straight. It was a glorious triaumph of a Christmas. We watched The Snowman and Scrooged, inserted out son into an elf outfit and the obligatory Christmas Morning dressing gown, laughed, played games and completed jigsaws.
And then, as quick as that, it's over. What happens the day after Boxing Day which suddenly makes the decorations look vaguely sad and the food somehow unappealing? Suddenly I am overcome with the urge to finish the chocolates (nothing new there I hear you cry) and shove the baubles back in the attic.
And, lo, Christmas comes and goes with much the same speed as the rest of the year, only magnified by the amount of money you know you've spent on it, and life continues on into 2o12.
I hope the festive season treated you as well as it did us, preferably with a little less theft, and I promise (in a none fickle New Years Resolution kind of way) to keep this blog more up to date than I have of late!
1 comment:
How sad that you had such a dreadful experience just before Christmas but how lovely that something wonderful emerged out of all the unpleasantness. I'm glad you had a fabulous, old fashioned family Christmas, they are the best kind . Happy New Year to you and yours honey !!
Post a Comment