And suddenly, just like that, it’s nearly Christmas. How did that happen? It feels like it’s sneaked up on me this year, probably because the weather has been so mild. We didn’t have our first frost until a couple of weeks ago – October would be more usual – and the leaves are still falling from the trees – normally they’d be bare by now. But no, we’re still enjoying kicking about in crunchy debris this week.
Despite feeling caught unawares, I feel pretty ready for Christmas. I’ve done most of my shopping (mainly online, because it’s just easier), most of my homemade gifts are nearly ready and just require a bit of prettying up. The house has, as always at this time of year, been taken over by half completed Christmas cards in various stages of the production line – I’m trying something new this year which will get its own post in a day or so.
Clive doesn’t like to have the decorations up too early. Me, I’d be happy to put them up in November. I have no problem with hearing Christmas songs six weeks before the event, with shops selling Christmas things early, or with going completely overboard about Christmas in general – there’s something about it that brings out my inner child and makes it jump up and down. Despite Clive’s reluctance I’ve sneaked a few Christmas things into the house. Lucy has an advent calendar for the first time this year, so that’s on display, as are a couple of new candles I bought and a poinsettia.
Do you like Lucy’s advent calendar? We decided to get her a reusable wooden one that we could put different things in each year; I bought a bag of chocolate coins and put one in each drawer, with a few non-food items like hair clips and bead bracelets that I’ve made as well. She loves opening another drawer each morning and I think she understands that when all the drawers are open it will be Christmas.
This is the first year she’s really been old enough to join in getting excited about it. She knows something fun is coming, with presents and nice food, but that’s probably about as far as her understanding goes. She met Santa at a street fair last weekend, became very shy, but managed to ask for a doll’s house. Which is lucky as that’s what she’s getting!
We’re going to Clive’s parents for Christmas this year. I love doing Christmas Day at home, but we did that last year and it’s nice to take it in turns and see different people each year. They live in a beautiful old stone cottage which is just lovely for spending Christmas in, and they always make it a special day so I’m looking forward to going – I guess I’m lucky in that I get on with my husband’s family pretty well so family get togetherness are more of a pleasure than a chore. Which is how Christmas should be.