And so we enter the final month of the year.
In all honesty it has gone just so damn fast our feet haven’t really touched the ground.
As a kid, December saw the excitement of Christmas preparations, making decorations putting up the tree, and school term used to D R A G.
As an adult, my Christmas preparations started in August so as I could spread the cost!
Sadly Christmas became all about the money, not the gift, not the thought, not the sentiment, just a major headache trying to avoid disappointments and pleasing everyone.
Today I shall be getting my cards in the mail. It’s going to cost a small fortune but it’s payday and I shall cut my cloth for the rest of the month accordingly.
We are intending to visit MOH this month and have a festive dinner with him. He doesn’t celebrate Christmas so it will be a simple gathering of three friends around the cooker and later playing the usual Scrabble, Crib or Dominoes.
I shall also be visiting my Mum in the nursing home and taking a few little parcels down for her. The advent calendar was posted at the beginning of the week so hopefully she will have opened Door Number One and eaten the chocolate goodie inside.
We shall be spending Christmas Day in our own home, doing our own thing.
For years we’d do the rounds on Christmas Eve, then come home and shut the door on the world for a few days. People actually thought we had a notice on the door saying
‘We’ve wished you a Merry Christmas, now sod off!’ and left us alone.
We only had one Christmas on the boat and that was last year as in 2014 we spent it with MOH and in 2015 we were house sitting for MSM.
We have our ten pound dash to look forward to, buying a bigger tree, though the one my niece put together all those years ago will sit on the piano, and I shall do a three pan dinner. The pud is in the cupboard, I shall buy a Christmas Cake and some mince pies.
As always, it’ll be good because we’re together.