Looking back on the last nine days I can't help but wonder if I was a Christmaszilla (like a Bridezilla, but Christmas. Is that a thing?) I know I started getting excited sometime around mid-October, when presents began being bought, Michael Bublé made his first appearance on my iPhone and I started dreaming of stringing the house with Christmas lights. Like the anticipation of a carefully planned event or a wedding, months of excitement and 'looking forward' can almost never deliver a day that is exactly as you imagined. That's not to say that my Christmas was disappointing, far from it, it was wonderful. But in my head every moment was filled with the smell of mulled wine, family gathered around a board game, Christmas films with the fire roaring away, glasses of Bucks Fizz, the savouring of special presents, laughter, joy. And I'm so very lucky that we did all of these things, but I probably need to remember next year that it can't be all of these things all of the time. That sometimes people want to do things that they want to do, or they might not like playing board games or eating the things that I want to eat and that's okay too. I sometimes wonder if all of the media we consume, be it TV programmes and adverts, films, or the snapshots we get of people's lives through blogging make us believe that everything has to be picture perfect all of the time. That we have to handmake immaculate gifts, have a Christmas that's bursting at the seams with non-stop fun, pick up the best bargains in the sales and then reflect on our perfect years. But we would all do well to remember that sometimes Yorkshire puddings get burnt, you run out of wrapping paper, the shoes you wanted in the Debenhams sale sell out before you get a chance to buy them and the cookies you baked turn out like unsightly splodges instead of Christmas trees. There's always next year. What matters is friends and family.
|Presents under the tree at my parents'|
|My Dad being chuffed with his hamper|
|Lots of Lush treats|