I love Christmas.
I love the lights, the parties, getting cards every day, the present buying and giving, the goodwill, the carols, the msgs from friends not often seen. The house becoming festive, poinsettias and trees, concerts and of yore school nativity productions. Cinnamonny candles and mulled wine, advent - for real and in calendars.
From about the 22nd the arrival of family and friends, stolen and mince pies, baked ham, Turkey, wonderful smells, cold cuts on boxing day after a race or hunt meet, pickles and cheese, smoked salmon, good wine and Turkey and ham pie preceded by parsnip and Turkey stock soup on 27th.
Crackers and laughs, awful telly and sprouty farts.
Crib services, midnight mass, donations to a shelter, Christmas mass, the cheer and the blessings and shiny faces not necessarily used to church who might come back.
My own son's birthday ...........
What's not to like. My children are nearly grown at 22 and 19. The best ever thing is listening to their memories and keeping it special so they want to keep coming home. We never had that.
hate wrapping though - terrible job!