Eeeek! It’s only a week away!
Despite the fact that I'm working up until Christmas Eve, I'm trying to embrace the festive joy and celebrate the magic of Father Christmas.
While, as adults, we know that the man in the red suit is actually someone’s relative with an itchy false beard, it’s still utterly lovely to get swept up in the palpable excitement of any nearby young person.
I do wonder how long we’ve got before our daughter stops believing – she’s in her last year of primary school so I fear the worldly-wise sophisticates of secondary school may well put an end to it next Christmas.
She's also an extremely logical young lady who has started to question quite a lot of the practicalities of the whole billions-of-presents-delivered-in-one-night concept.*
She's also an extremely logical young lady who has started to question quite a lot of the practicalities of the whole billions-of-presents-delivered-in-one-night concept.*
That time will inevitably come, but for the moment, it’s still this year and she’s still a firm believer.
And in a frankly frightening, confusing and unfair world, a little bit of belief that people (in red suits or not) can be good and kind is not a bad thing.
Whatever you’re up to this Christmas, whoever you’re with and whatever you believe, have a happy, healthy and peaceful one.
*Frightening how many lies we tell children while drumming into them how important it is to always tell the truth. I’m not sure how much distrust and/or damage we cause, but I’m hoping that ageing and common sense will overcome any feelings of betrayal. Either that, or all those Christmas pud sixpences are going to have to pay for some substantial sessions on the couch as an adult.
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