It’s strange. Only a few minutes ago I was standing in the kitchen, considering whether I should have a coffee and then get cracking on… on what? In terms of Christmas preparations, for once we were on the front foot. All the presents have been accounted for. They all been wrapped and tagged and tucked under a tree. Yes, we even have the tree up! Crazy stuff, and it totally caught me off guard.
We’ll be heading to church a little later on. We know the times of the carols and the mass itself and we’ll have a comfortable dinner afterwards. We’ve got the family celebrations coming over the next few days and I’ve got a little preparation for that left to do, but that can only be done on the day.
The lights are up in the garden. I’ve got the solar ones across the front and the powered ones down the side, and I even managed to string some lights on the tree itself (I think we’ll keep that going, it looks cool). We’ve got tinsel on the frame. There’s even a wreath on the front door to add a bit of cheer.
What I’m getting at is that for the first time in I don’t know how long, we’re good to go. I can relax a little. I think. It’s an odd sensation. Normally there’s a nagging monkey on my back, tickling me and poking me, reminding me that I’ve forgotten something, that I’m in a false sense of self-induced complacency but, no, I checked and checked again. There’s no monkey on my back. He’s chilling with a lager on out the porch. Not a bad idea. Maybe I’ll go hang with him.
I might try and do this every year.
From me and my family to you and yours, have a safe and happy Christmas.
