All Present and Correct

Sooo, we did it, we survived Christmas. It was fine. Some really nice days. I dragged all at Martha Towers to the traditional Christmas film at the Plymouth Arts Centre. This year it was ET which none of the offspring had seen (Call yourself a mother?) There was some discord as FOW1 declared that his favourite Christmas film was Die Hard and I felt that this misconception had to be dealt with. However, all was merry and bright and if I was slightly unhappy at having to pay £55 for four ponced up burgers in Ed’s Diner afterwards, I kept it to myself for the most part. Other than that, I seem to have spent a lot of time providing lifts for offspring and then waiting for offspring to get back from things. You know how it is.

We had to split Christmas Day as HOH was working on Christmas morning, so presents were done on Christmas Eve which means the arrival of Aged Parent with four bin bags full of Christmas detritus and therefore me working like a Trojan to placate HOH who likes his life quite tidy. Christmas Day was spent in the kitchen more or less. I was quite taken this year with Frugal Queen’s assertion that it was just a big roast and that we just just back off and give ourselves less pressure. However, I spent hours in the kitchen and am feeling more and more that Aunt Bessies pre cooked stuff is the way forward in future years. Or a lasagne.

The Carol Service was excellent this year. Lots of carols with a traditional choir. Seems like that’s what people want at a Carol Service – to come along and sing lots of carols – who knew? It was good for me though because up to then, I had been a bit like Barry Manilow about Christmas – you know – up, down, trying to get the feeling again. I did wonder briefly if this was the year that we had all finally managed to kill Real Christmas off. What with penguins on buses and Black Friday and adverts pretending to be about the war when really all they want you to do is buy their chocolate. Linking up on the Advent Pause was helpful. I read everyone’s blogs and found new people and generally just felt more proper Christmassy with it. 
I’m a bit woo-woo about Facebook, this time of year. It’s full of photos of people in their living rooms having a great time at Christmas. It’s good for me because I live a long way away from people that I like so I can see them and also I’m quite nosy. However, it crossed my mind that if you were alone or worried or just not having a particularly good time, it might make things a bit worse for you. I say don’t be too affected by this kind of thing. Most people are muttering under their breath a lot during the festive period – despite all the #lovemyfamilyatChristmas stuff that is posted. Of course you love your family! Why are you telling me? I have come to the age when I will be quite glad to “see things go back to normal” and I am eyeing Christmas tree with a sort of  – “how well will that burn?” gleam in my eye. Speaking of burning, the photo above is a fantastic present from a friend. It goes by the fire and is full of the odds and ends of old scented candles. So when you light your fire it is easier to get going and you get a nice scent as well. Bob – il est votre oncle as they say. Some people are so creative.



  1. December 30, 2014 / 8:25 pm

    I keep coming across "My Year on Facebook [thank you for sharing it with me]" -which you can click and it does automatically, selecting photos randomly from your posts. I clearly do not post the right sort of photos as my selection was so bizarre that I refrained from inflicting it on others. My HOH is ALWAYS at work Christmas morning. But that's not really surprising. I will take my tree down at the weekend, after the last batch of family members have visited. Happy New Year xx

  2. January 8, 2015 / 12:34 pm

    Your observation about Facebook applies year 'round, I think. I'm sometimes tempted to get off it, but find the positives outweigh the negatives (so far)…

  3. January 9, 2015 / 8:52 pm

    What does HOH stand for?? I agree, re the carol service. I think I lacked that a bit at my new church this year as we didn't sing all the classic ones I love and usually sing AND I was playing flute, thus missing the opportunity to sing my heart out.
    Yes, I did feel that about Christmas, it really felt like someone/somewhere was trying to stifle the true meaning in a blaze of awfulness !xx

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