‘Tis the season to be jolly. To be honest we don’t go particularly overboard. If I reframe Christmas dinner in my head as a fancy roast it doesn’t cause much stress. Hot Stuff has already made a Christmas pudding. He’d already been generous with the brandy when soaking the fruits. I didn’t realise and popped in another generous glug….or two!
We’re home alone this year by choice. As I’m working in the in-between days between Christmas and New Year we won’t be going anyway. A lie in, a wintery swim or walk, people popping in for drinks and sitting by the fire watching movies may be on the cards. To be honest, I’m looking forward to a few moments of peace.
Louis will be off to his dad’s. He alternates between parents during the festive season. I’ll pack him off with a chocolatey stocking and his presents to unwrap. Before the big day though he loves his advent calendar, this rather marvellous one made for him by his aunt a number of years ago. He brought it downstairs the other day. ‘Fill this Mum.’ he said in his booming bass voice. Where has my little boy gone? I was already onto it. As usual, a Ferrero Rocher has gone into each drawer.