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.
I can also see some of those smaller traditions disappearing without a big send off, as the children notch up another year. Momentarily I feel sad. Maybe I’m the only one to notice. Although being woken early on Christmas morning for the stocking opening ceremony, is still firmly entrenched. Coffee?
This week is all about family time. We love it. The house is full of music. I’m not sure I’ll ever grow tired of hearing the full belly laughs caused by the whole family playing a board game together. Seriously. I think our new favourite game is the 5 Second Rule board game.
We’ve been out. We’ve been to see the new Star Wars film, which we loved. We’ve visited family and celebrated more. There’s been a birthday (mine) to squeeze in too. (A shout-out to my youngest niece who remembered I always ask for a chocolate and peanut birthday cake, and baked me a darn good one this year. Thank you.)
I took the two teens shopping, before Christmas, and learnt that this means shopping alone. Feels a hundred years away from shopping with young children. Side-stepping pester power opportunities is replaced by clock watching to make it on time to pre-arranged meeting points. A civilized start, sitting in leather chairs and sipping coffee, while watching other stressed shoppers pass by. I could do this more often.
It has been a good week. Just as the Fairy Godmother warns Cinderella that it will all disappear at midnight, I can hear a nagging voice telling me that my snow globe will need to vanish, back into the attic, at the first strike of the school bell next week. Not yet. We’re good. We have enough left-overs to survive.
I’m going to carry on enjoying my week.
How about you? Do you love the week after Christmas or do you wish it away?
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