Despite the fact that I write this isolating in my little room awaiting my PCR result at 01:00 on New Years day, I choose to believe that 2022 is going to be an amazing year. After all, we’ve gotten this far, haven’t we?
Do you believe in New Years’ Resolutions? I personally don’t think I do; I can’t think of anything to commit to for a whole year, so instead I do monthly ones!
Christmas was such a special time in our household growing up, but in particular, we had so many lovely memories from Christmas Eve.
Today, for me Christmas is about having less, giving to others and indulging in things that bring comfort and joy.
Is a nice one.
We like to lay a space at our Christmas table for Mum. It is simple, but we love to do it.
Usually grief is a concept pushed to the edges of Christmas along with dried out Christmas tree needles and discarded wrapping paper. I had heard of A Boy Named Christmas through flashes on screens in adverts. I thought “boy and mouse; what could go wrong?” Immediately, my heart sank as I discovered the children had lost their mother.
This year we won’t be doing that with you. Your Joy is still there, but your life moved on.
As a child, December was my favourite month. From the 5th to the 9th, using all of my willpower, I used to save up my advent calendar chocolates. On the morning of the 10th, sleepy eyed, I would sit in between my parents as Mum would give me my birthday presents and I would indulge in the chocolates that I had been saving for my big day.
Mum loved Christmas so much. She was the loudest to sing Christmas songs, she would have decorations up for far too long, and she loved every aspect of Christmas, apart from the cooking.