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.
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.
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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