What is it with Christmas? We’re all suppose to morph into shiny happy people for the duration of the festive season and most importantly for Christmas Day. No pressure then. This is coming from someone who likes Christmas. Whilst I’m not a complete superwoman who makes my own decorations, cards and goodies every year or any year, I do usually make one or two attempts at creativity. For example, this year I have decided to try and make a Christmas tree from a pineapple having heard that it is a trend on Pinterest. I also tend to have high hopes for the Christmas period in terms of it being a time for family fun.
This year I have decided to change tactics, instead of having high expectations, I have decided to have low ones. Last year as a family of four we were on our own for Christmas Day, for some reason younger boy decided to be particularly difficult which resulted in him being sent to his room. This felt so wrong on Christmas Day, so this year I have decided that “the only way is up”. If we can be harmonious I will be pleased, if we can be jolly and look like a family on a board game picture, I will be ecstatic. See example of such a family below.
In years gone by I used to put time and thought into Christmas stockings, until one year when aged 6, older boy opened his stocking fillers and kept repeating, I don’t like that, I don’t like that etc. It was disheartening but rather than flip, I have gradually changed tactics. These days both boys get a main present and a couple of smaller items to have on their beds for when they wake up. For the last couple of years this has worked and there have been no complaints. I think its fair to say that it is a tried and tested formula.
This year we also have our new four-legged friend. I have already swapped our usual Christmas tree for a transportable three-foot blue Christmas tree, cause I just know the dog would wreck our usual tree. At best he would eat the branches and tinsel, at worst he would eat the lights and electrocute himself. One day he will grow out of this destructive phase. On a lighter note this year I am going to focus on it being doggy’s first Christmas, hell he might even get a stocking and some sausages if he’s really good.