This is the best week of the year, as far as I’m concerned. Hands down. The week that starts with Christmas Eve and glides confidently all the way through to New Year’s day. Just long enough to step away from routine, shut out the work conversations and be enveloped into our very own snow globe, where we can live out all the family traditions and fun, to our heart’s content, without distractions. Everyone has something to hold their attention. No one is bored. We live off left-overs and ignore the dust. It is real.
OK. It’s not perfect. Even a snow globe’s walls can feel cramped at times. Falling-outs are brought to me. Often it’s less than clear whether I should be stepping in or recording them for posterity. I rule out the option of hiding under the nearest homemade quilt with a large box of chocolates, in the hope they might not find me. Believe me. It never works. Instead, I listen and gently guide each one to find a good solution that works for all. Helped when they remember how much more fun it is to be with their sibling than sulking alone.
Even our imaginery snow globe is a little bit light on the snow side, compared to the rest of the country. Still we managed a table top snow person, a fuzzy snow photo taken in the wee hours and optimistically watch the forecast.
Turkey consumed and discarded wrapping paper squirreled away. The Queen and Dr Who Christmas special watched. The room filled with laughter as the whole family plays a new board game, while wearing new pyjamas. Children playing carols. Sigh. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Another wonderful Christmas almost over.
And once again, my husband proves that no-one can best him when it comes to flaming a Christmas pudding.
Seasonal greetings and a merry Christmas to all.