As you know my beloved and I decked our house out in a heap of Christmas lights. This has been the first year that I’ve really enjoyed decorating for Christmas since mum died, and it has been so much fun! We’ve lit up the paths and the verandah and the doors… we’re probably visible from space.
I love it.
Today, my dear Dad and his lady friend came and joined us for an early Christmas lunch. We had to duck out to the shops and grab a couple of bits and pieces that we forgot, and we were gone for maybe an hour.
In that hour, some turd came along and stole a heap of our Christmas lights.
And so disappointed.
My beloved has re-spaced the path lights so there isn’t a huge gap, but it’s just a bit shit really.
Anyway my dear Dad turned up with his lady, and my sister was here and my beloved and her son and the dogs and the million dollar cat. We had a fantastic lunch and scoffed down one of the Christmas puddings. Amazing. And it was good and it was fun and it was great and it was yummy and oh my god I am so so full!
And the less I think about the lights the more I realise that embracing Christmas is more than lights. For me it has been realising what I’ve been missing while I’ve tried to avoid the emotion connected with Christmas, and it’s been waiting for me to recognise this – Christmas is still as bloody awesome as mum made it all those years. So yeah, I’m feeling quite happy now. Full and bloated, but happy.
But if the little fuckers come back I cannot guarantee my peaceful outlook will continue.
And yes. We wore our Christmas hats.