This time of year gets more and more full on every time it comes around. I love Christmas, don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy all of the festivities and the cheer and the socialising, it just feels like it keeps intensifying.
December comes along and suddenly every Friday and Saturday is booked up, money starts haemorrhaging from your bank account faster than you can comprehend and before you know it you’re waking up on Christmas day trying to find the oven gloves and working out what to roast your parsnips in. (Honey, FYI, always honey.) I know I’m incredibly lucky to have this kind of Christmas, and that seems more important than ever too.
I see more people and spend more time with family at this time of year and that’s the best thing about it. As much as I might try to not get caught up in the commercialised, glitter covered explosion that is December, I do. As much as I say every year I won’t spend half of my wages on overpriced festive cocktails and cheese with fruit in, I do. As much as I would like to strip back Christmas and make it more simple, I don’t. Maybe if I did I wouldn’t like it as much. In fact that’s probably true. Deep down I know I love all the drama and tinsel and twinkly lights and wrapping and Love Actually watching- but I would like Christmas to be a little less hectic.
This year I’m really looking forward to the simple things the most, which is probably what you should say every year, but it feels more true the older I get. I want to be at home and be thankful for nice days, warm homes, good food and good people.