What do you remember of Christmas when you were a child?
For me, it is being at my grandparents’ house with my family, sipping on a thimbleful of Cointreau that I was only allowed once a year, and playing games. It is about different coloured lights on the Christmas tree; about waking up with a stocking at the foot of my bed. It is about huge gold-rimmed glasses, and a hairstyle which primarily featured a strong centre parting. But, for most of my childhood, it was always about huge gold-rimmed glasses, and a centre parting. I blame Nick Barmby. His face adorned one of many football stickers on my wardrobe, and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to glean style tips from him. We all make mistakes.
But anyway, back to the point. When I think of Christmas as a child, I remember being with my family. I struggle to remember how many presents I had, or what they were.
I must be getting old, because I find myself worrying that nowadays its all about how many presents there are under the tree, or their value, instead of about having a great time with the ones you love. That, for me, is what Christmas is all about.
The events of the past week or so have shown us – more than ever – that there is little point in planning for the future. Some families will have an empty seat at the dining table this Christmas, and presents which remain wrapped. So don’t worry about whether you’ve bought enough for your children this year; just give them a cuddle and enjoy every second you spend together. Look after today, and tomorrow will take care of itself.
Thanks to you, for all your support and encouragement this past twelve months. I will toast you at the dining table on Christmas Day: whilst everyone else raises their glass and says “to family”, I’ll annoy them all relentlessly by standing bolt upright, thrusting my thimble of Cointreau into the air and firmly bellowing “TO MY READERS!”. I’ll then pour a little onto the carpet for people who perhaps read my blog once, didn’t like it, and have never returned.
Have a great Christmas, and a happy New Year.
Lots of love, and perhaps a lick of your cheek,