You awake to Sonny and Cher on the radio, or rather, as it’s Christmas, Slade or Band Aid. You have all manner of things set up for your small child to have a magical Christmas, but it all goes wrong. The child is horrible for whatever reason and you fear that the holiday is ruined forever. Fear not, though, as next year you just do it all over again. Welcome to Groundhog Christmas Day.
A snowy indoor trail filled with animated animal friends, storybook characters, festive scenes and Darth Vader. Sounds like a winning combination.
By the time you reach your thirties Christmas has typically become a rather routine, if enjoyable time of year. All of the children in the family have long since grown up and the magic that can accompany this time of year can rather be forgotten. This Christmas, however, saw Tilly, now a full-fledged toddler, discover some of the wonder, delight and excitement that will soon be transforming the darkest time of year. Christmas trees, Santa, festive lunches and a quick succession of trips across country to see family and friends and of course presents have all been brand new and getting her imagination racing.
Last Christmas was one of our least festive on record. We moved house on the last day for completions before Christmas and most of the holidays were spent trying to unpack while keeping our nearly one-year-old entertained. Decorations didn’t even get a thought, which actually was fine as Tilly was much too little to understand any of it but did enjoy the process of opening presents and examining her new toys. A year on and the house is in shape and we’re ready to deck the halls. Tilly is nearing her second birthday and although unaware of Christmas she’ll soon detect that something’s afoot as all of her toddler groups hold Christmas parties over the next couple of weeks. It will certainly be the last year before she goes headlong into Christmas overdrive, so we’ve been mulling over whether to go the full hog or enjoy perhaps enjoy a quieter and more sane holiday.