Christmas for my family usually consists of packing a suitcase and travelling to either my parents in the Cotswolds, or my husband’s parents in Ireland. It’s always a stressful time, and if we’re flying it can prove difficult, too. None of our baggage gets put in the hold, so our carry on has to comply with the current flight regulations. On more than one occasion, I’ve had to relinquish expensive gifts to customs and been forced to unwrap presents for my daughter while she’s watching. Then there’s the additional problem of finding someone to feed our animals. A big ask when you need someone to call in twice a day.
This year, when my husband announced he couldn’t get sufficient time off work to visit either of our families, I was initially disappointed. Not soon after, though, I realised how much easier it would be to stay at home. No packing. No worrying about the weight, size, or type of presents to buy. This year, I’ll get to choose what we eat, and guess what? It’s not going to be turkey! For the first time, my husband and I can start our own Christmas traditions, decide when we unwrap the presents, what games to play, when to eat dinner, when to have the first tipple, and even which family movie to watch in the evening.
This is where I’ll spend a good portion of Christmas day, in my living room around the Christmas tree with the fire on. (And no, I don’t usually let my daughter sit so close to the television. She’s actually playing with her Lego. )
Wherever you’re spending Christmas this year, I hope you have a wonderful holiday, and I look forward to talking with you all in the New Year.