Bestselling Australian Author
Bestselling Australian Author
♥ Mothers and grandmothers all get wings at Christmas. Why? Because we work damned hard for them! ♥
As a child, it was a magical moment to wake up early and creep downstairs to see what Santa had left. We were spoilt at Christmas, or so we thought then. Today, it sometimes seems like our children have everything they need all year round, but for me – the magic of a special occasion like Christmas and birthdays is the best and should be catered for with love and verve.
We have an only child – so yes, I sort of made up for it at Christmas and our daughter got as much as we could give her. Always a diverse array of presents though: some for educational purposes, some necessary clothing items, and chocolate – of course. And some presents for pure, unadulterated fun.
Truthfully, I think I got more excited by the run up of buying and decorating than the actual day itself. Most of us are glued to the stove/cooker/BBQ/microwave/dishwasher all Christmas day but the enjoyment I received from two precious times every Christmas were:
Christmas Eve – waiting until daughter was asleep (sometimes not until nearly midnight, by which time I was exhausted) then creeping out and magicking the area around the Christmas tree. Icing sugar Santa footsteps, snapped in half carrots and half eaten apples (with my own teeth marks) that the reindeer had munched on as they waited for Santa to spread his glittering presents around the tree - and an empty plate of cookies, apart from crumbs, that the elves had eaten.
Santa always drank at least half of his glass of milk too, bless him.
Christmas morning – when is she going to wake up? Honest to God, she rises at 5 am every day and chooses this
day to sleep in? One Christmas I had to wake her up – it was gone 7 am and my nerves and excitement couldn’t take it any longer. The turkey was roasting and she was still snoring...
I relished the excitement of what I had created more than the recipients, but you know something? That was okay.
Because I loved doing it; every Christmas, every shopping experience, every present bought, wrapped, ribboned and tagged – even presents for the animals, and because we had an only child and were without family in Australia,
every animal bought our child a gift too (and still does).
So I think the special holidays are our times to cater to not only the needs of others, but also to spoil ourselves – not with presents, but with the joy and excitement in the eyes of our loved ones as they receive what we created. The loved ones that know we made an effort, and appreciate it in their own way, with laughter and good food, and good wine, and good spirit.
My daughter is now nearly eighteen.
She's all wrapped up and ready for the life ahead of her, and one day, she'll earn her mother, grandmother Christmas wings too.
She's the best. ♥ I wish I'd had four of her. (Imagine the presents!)