It is just two weeks until Christmas, and I am only now beginning to feel the faint stirrings of that old Christmas magic that we hear so much about. Usually I am like a big kid at Christmas. Before we had children, when I worked full time in an office, I used to be that person who turned up for work wearing a Santa hat and playing the Christmas CD in the car. I would happily wrap myself in tinsel, dress up with my friends, and sing the songs as loudly and exuberantly as possible.
That was me performing live at Old Trafford several years ago!
This year, however, I just don’t feel it. In fact, I don’t feel much of anything. I am quite sad about this realisation, because my children are only 5 and 3, and they most certainly do feel the Christmas magic at this time. Perhaps it is because I have been focused on work. I am simultaneously raising and nurturing two young daughters, managing the house, and developing a freelance career. Something has to give. I must narrow it down, and focus on just one thing for the next couple of weeks: the big Christmas event.
That was Alton Towers Hotel at Christmas
Tomorrow we have a children’s Christmas party to attend at our local Royal British Legion. That will be fun, and crazy. I have been asked to provide a food offering, and have decided to make some Christmas cookies with my daughters. Surely that will put me in the mood? I have the Christmas songs in my car, our tree and decorations are out and lit, and I am just about beginning to wrap presents and write cards. Come on, Christmas cheer, I’m waiting!
I love a Gingerbread Latte and chocolate cake at Christmas!
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