It’s a special day in our home. It’s the first of December, Advent Calendars are out and it’s the special day we put up our tree.
We get out the old boxes of carefully packed Christmas goodies, all the trimmings and the lights. The tinsel is hung up and the Christmas music is real loud. We all sing along with our Santa hats and bells on our ears.
It sends Andrew running for the bedroom wishing he was the kind of guy who hung out at the pub. He can only stand so much Christmas Cheer.
As much as he hates the noise and the rucus we make, I know he loves it that we have this tradition with the kids. I have always done this since I left home, and when David was little he would always participate.
We were dancing in the tinsel, singing our best carols. Carefully hanging the special ornaments, picking out what each one signifies, a new one is purchased every year. They love to find the ones that are special to themselves, like the year they were born, or the ones they made in Kindy. The usual items are cleared from the buffet and our Christmassy ornaments replace them. Candles are out and the house smells of cinnamon.
Noisy, unruly, but magical.
And I am such a grown-up now that I don’t even fuss if the ornaments aren’t even, or if the colours are not balanced.
It’s completely perfect.