Throughout all these posts I have mentioned how much I love Christmas and the build up to it, but not what it means to me. But for me the most important thing about Christmas is who I spend it with. I have always been exceptionally close to my family and I adore spending Christmas with them. I love watching their faces as they unwrap the gifts I have selected for them.
I am not one to give money or vouchers unless these have specifically been asked for, I love to spend time searching for the right gifts to match the person, I then sit and gift wrap the items, I like to think with the time and effort I put into my gifts that people can sense the love that comes along with them.
I have some incredible memories of Christmases with my family, times where:
We would all sit together watching Christmas movies and as an early treat mum and dad would allow us to open a tin of chocolates to be passed around.
I remember many occasions of us all sitting around the dinner table and toasting to a Merry Christmas and then pulling Christmas crackers and laughing at the bad jokes inside. My dad would always cook Christmas dinner and we dine on the delicious feast that he had prepared.
I have memories of watching my parents put our present’s together and then later when I got older I would ask for their help in constructing gifts I had bought for my niece. Like the year the three of us ended up making her Little Tikes car on Christmas Eve ready for her visiting on Christmas Day.
I remember visits to Santa and last-minute Christmas shopping trips with my dad which later became our thing… My dad and I Christmas shopping together for gifts for my mum. I loved those days. We would be armed with a christmas list and a plan of action as to what shops and shopping centres we would need to go to. We would spend the whole day together laughing and shopping, stopping on occasional trips for a meal or a drink in the pub (when I got old enough to drink) It aways used to amaze me that my dad wanted to go shopping on Christmas Eve (his birthday) but he always said it was a fun way to spend it whilst my mum and brother were at work Later on we changed it to the weekend before and it was still just as fun and that way we got to spend his birthday however he wanted to.
Because my dad worked the majority of the days my mum would do the Christmas shopping and although he tended to know a lot of the gifts my brother and I were having for Christmas. He used to buy a dad gift… a surprise gift that only he knew about, we all got a dad gift. I remember the one year he bought me a copy of Cecilia Ahern’s book The Gift, I had commented about wanting to read it in passing to him and he had remembered…. the super pretty book with the incredible message within.
This year is going to be different, the first one without my dad but as I create these posts I realise more and more the impact he has on me every day still and I can’t thank him and my mm enough for making every single Christmas of my life a truly magical and happy one.
And i know that looking down on me he will be reminding me that although it will be hard to face Christmas without him it will also be my first Christmas with Adam and for that reason I know it will be a mix of both sad and happy.
I will always have my memories of the people who make Christmas truly special for me.