At the risk of sounding like a bad headline, I generally have all the feels when it comes to Christmas. In fact, I’m having one particular feeling right now – I really dislike that I just used the words ‘feels’.
But seriously, I’m usually the first person to put my tree up – as soon as Santa has come to town with the Christmas pageant, in November. And I couldn’t be more excited.
But as the weeks pile on, so does the stress.
What is everyone getting for Christmas? Although, if I managed to be organised, I would have bought the Christmas presents by now.
Okay, so Christmas presents may be sorted, but where are we going on Christmas Day?
And here’s the thing we encounter every year – very few people are as passionate about planning as we are and for most people, committing to an exact time/place that far in advance seems rather impossible.
But, eventually we get it sorted and we have a rough idea about the details of Christmas Day.
So, what are we making (if it’s at our house) or bringing (if it’s at someone else’s) to eat?
And the most important question – who will organise the bonbons?
But the actual reason I’m ready to take the tree down before Christmas is even over, is the fact that my family is in another country, which is a feeling at the opposite of the spectrum of Christmas cheer.
But eventually, the actual day comes… The streets are all quiet, apart from kids and dogs and their new toys outside, and it’s quite okay.
We have lunch, crack a few dad-jokes as well as a wine or two.
And before you know it, everything is back to normal and we’re back planning for the New Year again, waiting for 2019 to feel old.
What does one snowman say to the other snowman?
Do you smell carrots?