Tis The Season To Be Jolly

Christmas is here and it will be the first time I get to instill the magic of this holiday myself, onto someone else. I grew up believing in Christmas even when I knew old Kringle wasn’t real. It was the idea. The excitement. The joy. I want our Daisy-Ella to know what it was and is like to stay awake during the night hoping to take a glimpse of Santa placing her stocking at the end of the bed. I want her to also take those moments to remember, not just the awesome gifts, but the family that she has around her.

My most engaging and family orientated Christmas was when my mother couldn’t afford to get us lavish gifts. Instead, from what I remember, it was a small bag of sweets and a little toy plane I glued together myself, there was more but the basis is still true. My father had left, mortgaged the house and fled the country leaving us without a home. Sofa surfing with 4 children has got to be a hard task but my mother did the best she could.I admit back then I wasn’t too happy with the situation but looking back it really changed how Christmas meant to me.  It was a time to sing jolly songs with your family and friends, snuggle up by a warm fire and enjoy die hard or some soppy Disney Christmas film. Those moment when you see all your family laughing together are ones I really cherish.

We’re planning our days around our families and friends, hoping to creep everyone in to celebrate Christmas, dinner with my mum, step-dad, sister and little niece coming up soon. I want to see them all and with a little time to go I’m going to try as hard as I can. Gone are the days of popping out for a pre-Christmas booze up or tipple down my local. Instead I have something more special to stay home for.

Now it is my time to batten down the hatches and create that magic with my own little family. We’ve prepared our house as if it was born in the north pole itself, with tinsel and decorations adorning every part of this house. She may be too young to fully understand  but shes smiling and happy seeing all these glistening and twinkling things around her.

We’re ready to go all out and keep the camera ready so we can show our daughter those memories even if she doesn’t remember them herself. Maybe this Christmas is more about me and my wife creating something, almost molding something, maybe its just something that’s just ours.

Presents are ready.

Decorations are up.

Food is all planned

Give us a few more years and we’ll be more adventurous and crazy with our Christmas as we want a few more little tikes running round our feet, but for now this Christmas is about my strawberry girl, my little rock chick and we’ll make it the best one she’ll never remember.

 

 

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