A Very Merry Christmas : The new survival guide
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Once upon a time, Christmas Day involved a mixture of a house full of people, a heaving fridge of food, a regimented timeframe, extensive menu, more than a few splashes of alcohol and a sprinkling of determination that everyone WOULD enjoy themselves. Fast forward ten years and 2012 has been a much more relaxed affair.
Twelve months ago my eldest daughter was unwell, so unwell that we spent alot of the Christmas period in and out of hospital, so I wasn't feeling particularly festive or in any mood to celebrate. Presents were opened without enthusiasm and socialising was kept to a minimum, which was most unlike me - on both counts.
So this year was about what we wanted to do. This isnt always the popular choice, especially as it is the most selfish one but I wanted Christmas to be about us. Not about catering for the masses, not about designing elaborate table decorations, not thinking about anyone else except my little family. I have a beautiful family and I am fortunate to have an amazing extended family, the kind that do actually like to all get together at Christmas, so me even suggesting that I didnt want to do that, was met with some surprise. Christmas is about family but this year I wanted it just about us.
So that is what we did, although the 4.30am wake up was more what the 7 year old wanted, rather than me but the wrapping paper was flying, squeals of delight at toys and gifts off her Christmas list (again the 7 year old, not me) and momentarily reflecting on last year, made me realise how lucky I am to have two beautiful healthy children, a gorgeous man, a fabulous family and food in our tummies. The food may not have reached the table for the previously mentioned regimented timescale and I "may" have forgotten the obligatory sprouts but it was the Christmas dinner we wanted and I wouldnt have had it any other way.