14 Nov Mistletoe & Whine…..
I LOVE Christmas.
I don’t use the term love loosely either. It took a long time to say the word to my Husband.
Even long after morning breath, first farts & the initial 18 arguments.
Christmas is one of the great loves of my life. I associate it with everything I love about life in general.
Happy children, family coming together and Tesco Ginger Mulled Wine.
I was born on 18th December 198(COUGH!) in one of the worst blizzards the country had ever seen.
My birthday every year is one of joint presents, usually wrapped in Christmas paper and on the occasions when I have tried to throw a party or book a meal, I’m met with Christmas party reservations and people being snowed in and unable to attend.
I STILL LOVE IT!
As the last firework of bonfire night fizzles out, I permit myself to get my festive freak on and slowly introduce the season into the home. I start small with a spray of spiced apple febreze, the odd scented candle until 27th when it is tree day!
Yes, I am usually that neighbour that everyone complains about. Seen in the window – literally vomiting tinsel onto the tree like a game of decoration buckaroo.
I always get emotional dressing the tree as we dust off the personalised ones that we get the girls at Bents each year.
It marks another year almost over and the beginning of the magic.
The thing is grinches – I get it! Kind of. I understand how seeing decorations in the supermarket in September can be a bit much to bear – especially if you are organised as a person.
This is a reminder that there are things to be done. Things you aren’t ready to face.
Every year I will take the scroogey arrows that shoot over trying to pop my winter chuffy balloon, trying to take Michael Buble’s eye out on the way past.
I live for this time of year. My year builds up to this point. Am I organised? Am I buggery! I’ve not bought a single thing yet but it is perhaps the only time that I don’t get anxious about being behind on things.
I don’t even really like Christmas Day that much. It’s the build up that makes it.
Actually, there is one thing that grinds my gears. Last year I decided to do Elf on the Sodding Shelf.
“Come on Neil, just think of Niamh’s look of wonder every morning when she sees what Bonny The Elf has been up to”.
Don’t get me wrong – she ADORED the Elf and sprung out of bed every morning to go look for her.
The behind the scenes reality was……
*Bottle of wine & 8 episodes of Breaking Bad later – sinks into comfy inviting bed…….drifting…..drifting….*
“AAARGH! THE F*CKING ELF!”
“You wanted to do it…..”
“Aw come on Neil, just hang it on the light in the bathroom or something”
“Please! It’s your turn!”
That x 24.
I’m sure I will approach it with gusto this year. I’m going to plan the little bugger’s itinerary down to the finest detail this time.
It’s worth it to keep the belief alive.
All too soon they will be wanting to spend Christmas Day in their room playing with their hover boards.