I’ve been thinking about Christmas!
What would make it perfect?
Spend loads on presents? Have lots of family over for dinner? Go down the pub in the morning? Go for a walk in the afternoon? Have home-made everything? Colour match the baubles? Have enough presents to put under the tree, end of the bed and fill stockings?
Every year I try to do all these things. It’s exhausting!
It’s not as though the children don’t understand budgets, or as if any of our families want dodgy vases or reindeer jumpers. I’ve suggested cutting out buying presents for adults but Hubby doesn’t agree, even though he thinks I spend too much. He also thinks I fret too much about baubles, despite throwing a complete fit if anyone moves anything on his mantlepiece (and he will notice) which is a work of art. Here let me show you…
Anyway, I need to cut out the stress and just enjoy Christmas. I need to not fret that Hubby goes down the pub before cooking for fifteen people, serving dinner late and falling asleep at the table. I need to point out that Father Christmas is not willing to wait up until five in the morning so that the adult children can carouse down the pub until the early hours, just in order to hang up stockings and put presents at the ends of their beds. I need to not care that Hubby never joins us to open presents around the tree. I need to put on my coat and go for a walk on my own if I want one. I need to buy pre-prepared Christmas pudding!
In truth I’ve come round to this way of thinking for several years, but I still yearn for that chocolate box Christmas of my childhood.
Now I come to think of it, Dad complained Mum spent too much, Mum spent the whole day in the kitchen, serving dinner late and missing the gift opening, by which time Dad was plastered and Mum was telling him not to drink too much. Everybody complained that my baubles weren’t right (I was very young). We never did manage to get out for that walk after dinner and there were some dodgy jumpers unwrapped.