I’ve come to the conclusion that the older I get the more stupidly excited I get about Christmas. In theory I should be knee deep in bar-humbug-ness seeing as my children are way passed the magic of Christmas stage at 13 and 16. This year I not only have started my Christmas shopping in November but I actually completed it all by the last day on November. Never ever have I been this organised. Never also have I been panicking so much that I haven’t got everything. Despite an app on the phone that I have jotted down every idea, budget and then every gift as it’s bought, I still keep doing a head count on the presents and wondering if I have enough. Before I would be shopping right up to the last minute until Christmas eve eve. On Christmas Eve I would then declare present buying finished and anything I had forgotten was just tough luck. But the idea of having not only days but weeks to spare I am still panicking. Daft I know and it all shouldn’t be about how many presents.
Never also has the Christmas tree been up this early either. It’s my mum’s birthday on the 8th and when I was growing up it was the law that no Christmas talk or decorations till after her birthday. The odd years I rebelliously put my tree up before her birthday I felt a pang of naughtiness and vowed the following year it wouldn’t be up so early. This year it was up on the 1st with not a pang of naughtiness or rebellion. And if I did feel bad it was soon washed away when mum posted pictures of her Christmas lights this year on facebook before I had even put my tree up.
So everything is ready. Presents are bought, decorations up and plans sorted. Christmas can begin.