Merry Christmas everyone!
Are there young children sharing your Christmas day?
The children in my family were always very spread out, both geographically and in age. When I was a little girl my younger brother and I were the only children at every Christmas. My nearest cousins were 12+ years older, and in a different state, and we had no other children in our near family. Later more cousins arrived into our family, this time 18+ years younger.
We didn’t mind being the only children, I’m pretty sure it only meant there was more focus on us! But now that the younger cousins are growing up into teenagers, the stark lack of children at Christmas looms. It’s probably meant to be my job to make some more at some point, but for now there’s a noticeable lack of little kid Christmas merriment.
The boyfriend has a niece who has just turned one, and in another year she’ll be a joy at Christmas. This year she’s still too young to know what’s going on and so as far as kids at Christmas goes, she barely counts (sorry bub!) – though that hasn’t stopped us fussing over her presents and predicting how cute she’ll look in a mini Santa hat. Continue reading
Top tip, wrap rowdy kids in paper and store under the bed until the new year???
Christmas day can be exhausting and stressful when you’re single and thought you had little more to worry about than how many bottles of champagne you’d need to supply your boozy relatives, and how to fake a smile when you’re given the same book you’ve already read by the fourth well-meaning aunt. But, when you have small children in tow it can all suddenly seem very overwhelming, threatening to take the shine off the whole day.
Relax! Christmas is meant to be fun remember? 🙂 So here are some of top tips for keeping the fun a priority and the tension at bay. Continue reading
Glad you went to see Santa?
Some years I take the babies and children I work with to see Santa.
I love it. They look so cute, the older ones get so excited and nervous; they infect me with Xmassy good feelings.
I’m a sucker for Christmas anyway, so it’s not hard to get my good-cheer-meter rising and since I love being with the babies and kids, putting the two together makes my day. If I got to also eat a too-big bowl of pasta while watching TV in my pyjamas at the end that day, I’d pretty much be in heaven.
I don’t have children (yet, I hope!) but I just assume I’ll love taking them to see Santa. I assume that I would jealously preside over such events, fighting off those who’d take on the task as though I were protecting my magical goose that lays golden eggs while writing pithy articles, curing cancer and inventing perpetual motion machines. Continue reading