Christmas Eve – do we have any traditions at all?
Dec26

Christmas Eve – do we have any traditions at all?

Going back to when the kids were younger, we had a traditional Christmas Eve. We would go on the steam train to see Father Christmas with my parents and sister and brother-in-law, just after lunch. In the evening, either we or my parents would lay on Christmas Eve tea for everyone (whichever of us wasn’t doing Christmas dinner). While tea was being prepared, whoever wasn’t needed for food preparation would go to the church...

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Elf Mission
Dec27

Elf Mission

There’s nothing like the Christmas Eve Elf Mission to get the heart racing and the adrenaline pumping. Can you do it quickly enough? Can you do it quietly enough? Will all the presents get into the right sacks? And how late will you have to start to be sure it’s safe? The whole thing is like holding your breath for half an hour. Like everything else in my life lately, the Elf Mission has been affected by our temporary...

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A normal Christmas?
Dec24

A normal Christmas?

Last year was not a normal Christmas. My husband and two boys had flu right through the Christmas period and nothing felt right. We didn’t take our traditional photo by the tree on Christmas Eve, my younger son missed his trip on the Santa train, there was no enthusiasm for unwrapping presents, they made a vague attempt to eat a Christmas dinner that was delivered to them.I became nocturnal (but didn’t sleep in the day...

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The Christmas round-up
Dec21

The Christmas round-up

Christmas comes once a year and it inspires weeks and months of stress and excitement and, hopefully, enjoyment and relaxation too. It also inspires a lot of blogposts. I’ve written a fair few posts about Christmas in my time. Some of them were pretty good. I wrote them in 2011 and they had a handful of views.So, in honour of it being Very Nearly Christmas, I am sharing with you some of my favourite Christmas posts from 2011 and...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
Dec24

‘Twas the night before Christmas

Could there be a scarier time for parents than Christmas Eve? I love it, but it terrifies me. At bedtime on Christmas Eve, the kids lay out their raggle tangle assortment of sacks and stockings ready for Father Christmas (none of them match – as they were all bought on an ad-hoc basis as the kids came along). The lounge is hoovered and tidy, because I would hate Santa to see it in a mess. When my son was 2, he decided Father...

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