- Opening the box of Christmas decorations. Familiar, tacky, cherished objects. Love our idiosyncratic fairy lights that flash in a complex and unfathomable rhythm.
- The satisfaction of surveying a pile of freshly wrapped gifts (yet to be savoured this year).
- Carol singing. An endless supply of songs in the shower and beyond. I catch myself humming We Three Kings in July and have to stop up the festive flow. Late November, it all comes flooding out.
- Finding the right gift (also a source of significant anxiety).
- Observing children’s reactions.
- ‘Twas the Night before Christmas’ – read by my Dad.
- Believing in the magic.
- Feeling around with your toe for the weight of a stocking on the end of the bed. Just the memory of that feeling sustains me now.
- Chocolate and clementines for breakfast.
- Feeling like you could be in another century as you stamp along in the frost and hail passersby with a jolly ‘Merry Christmas’.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Ten Joys of Christmas
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