‘It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas’ (Charles Dickens)
It happens almost every year, that I unintentionally peak with my Christmassy vibes around the first week of December. I blame the shops for all their carol playing, Christmas cracker wielding ways. Poor Halloween has hardly had its moment and the baubles are up.
Similarly I’ll look forward (wryly!) to the arrival of the Easter bunny early January.
Is it any wonder we feel that time flies even faster every year? We’re on the next holiday season before we’ve got the current one packed away. It always makes me giggle (and sigh in equal measure!) to see the Summer holiday advertisements smack bang in the middle of the Christmas Radio Times, placed strategically between Christmas and New Year, when we’ve all got the blues and think a two week cruise to the Western Med would be just the ticket.
In the post Christmas haze, I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve gorged on the finer details of Royal Caribbean’s August offerings as much as the next person. Marketing wizardry you see!
I’m sure I’m not the only one currently feeling a little panicky that the Christmas shopping isn’t finished and wrapped and gift tagged and stored away. My heart rate increases every time I glance at Social Media – no joke! And the reality is that it will probably be done in an online binge shop, in about an hour tops. But those social pressures are there, and for me anyway, they drain all the festive spirit out of this time of year, and replace it with one giant ‘to-do’ list.
Last advent we planned an activity for the kids, for each day of the twenty four leading up until Christmas. I also had this bright idea to make a little film each week (you can find them here if you’re interested!) The little three loved it, and have been on at me to plan this years adventures but, honestly – it nearly killed me doing it. And what was left on December 25th was a frazzled, exhausted cold-filled mother of three. As much as I hate to disappoint them, I think this year we’ll keep things a little more sedate. I’ve two big major interiors contracts due at the beginning of December, and our house is being photographed for a 2016 Christmas edition magazine too. All in the same week –
along with school plays, pantomimes, decorating days, parties, carol services and festive gatherings with friends.
And there’s the small matter of Christmas shopping too.
In truth I love the busy – ness, and definitely enjoy wholeheartedly this most wonderful time of year. But I don’t think there’s any shame in admitting that we maybe railroad through it sometimes too, coming out the other end dizzy, and not quite able to believe it’s over.
My goal is to just take one day at a time this Christmas season. To understand that whilst it’s maybe just a case of getting through these early weeks for me, for my little family it is as magical and wonder-filled as ever. I want to contribute to that, encourage it, and be infected by their excitement. I reckon one day I’ll probably wish I’d focused more on that.
Because Christmas merges into Easter, and Summer holidays are upon us a whole lot more quickly than we ever think. And years go by in a blink, and our children are babygrowed bundles in our arms, then walking and talking, then reading and doing impossible sums. And choosing iPads over Barbies and makeup sets over cuddly toys.
Life is one big hurry. We’re all a bit shellshocked by the end I reckon.
But when you are ten, eight and six, the future seems endless. Those days until Christmas seem so long and so stretched out.
And if there’s something I hope for my little three, it’s that they’d relish every single second of anticipation. Don’t wish it away sweethearts.
And don’t let me wish it away either.