What’s it all about Christmas? For me it has to be about keeping it simple. It’s easy to rush round thinking you’re missing out, forgetting stuff, should be doing something. You can over complicate it, stress where you don’t need to. My Dad always reminds me it is just one day, and those words always stick with me. Mr A doesn’t let Christmas bother him all December. Mr G is far too busy playing with his toys at the moment to conjure a list for Father Christmas.
Last month I was entertaining the idea of being really organised, I soon lost interest. I realise now, I am at my happiest when I think like a bloke about Christmas. Christmas all gets sorted in the end. I just look forward to eating something good and to me and Miss L kicking back with the boys.
I am learning to accept the magic happens best when you don’t force it. Christmas as a kid was always magical purely because being told Father Christmas would come blew our tiny minds. It wasn’t because of elaborate schemes, it involved some carrots, mince pies, and a small glass of brandy.
I’ve always believed that the point of a festival at this point in the year was as a ritual to get us through the Winter, or as my good friend K delicately puts it ‘someone invented Halloween, Bonfire Night and Christmas to stop us all topping ourselves when it gets dark and cold.’ So why add to the stress?
Relax and the magic will happen.