Christmas hasn’t yet arrived in our house, apart from some lights in one window. And I really don’t mind. I’m not quite ready for it yet. I’ve bought and wrapped Christmas presents, written and posted cards and there’s advent calendars, but no tree.
To my mind, Christmas has fallen all wrong this year. Last weekend felt too early to put the tree up, next weekend feels a bit late. The optimum date for getting a tree up, in my world at least, is 15th December. But that’s a weekday. We vaguely discussed putting it up on a weekday, but we all know that isn’t going to happen. So 18th December it is, then!
My younger son popped to Sainsburys with me the other day. I think it’s a good place to catch Pokemon, but I like the bit of quality time with him. When you’ve got thee kids and you’re always rushing around, you take your quality time where you find it – even if it is by the bananas in the supermarket.
We had a little look at the Christmas decorations, which are all now reduced (see – there are advantages to putting the tree up late!) and came home with a robin that the rest of the family hate.
Looking at the decorations, my son said: “I love Christmas in our house, I love remembering all the decorations we had when we were little.”
And my heart just melted. I love that boy. Sometimes he really does say the nicest things.
Because that’s how I feel too.
We’re not the best at Christmas. We’re a total Pinterest failure, but that doesn’t matter.
He doesn’t know about Pinterest and teenagers don’t post smug pictures of their perfect trees on Instagram (thank flip for that!). He doesn’t wish we made gingerbread houses, his advent calendar has pictures in it, not Lego. There’s no Elf on the flipping shelf and no Christmas Eve boxes. Most people posting their ‘perfect’ Christmases on social media would think we distinctly lacked ‘magic’.
But sod them and their elves and Christmas Eve boxes.
Our Christmas has its own magic and my 13 year old son loves it. Who needs Pinterest when you’ve got decorations you had when you were a baby (and now a robin that the rest of the family hates)?
Our Christmas is good enough for us and that’s all that matters.