My mother was a christmas nut, an apple that doesn’t fall far from the tree. It was her biggest hobby and every year she would convert our lounge room in to Santas magic fairytale amazing wonderland. It was so amazing the neighbourhood kids used to stop by every year to see the MAGIC of it all. My mother stopped putting up her decorations when she moved interstate 5 years ago but every year around this time I can’t help but remember how exciting it was in our house at Christmas.
Every year without fail we would wake up to find old towels on the floors leading pathways throughout the house. These would mean that my mum had scrubbed the walls and the carpets clean overnight because never and I mean never ever could the christmas tree go up without the carpets and the walls being clean. I remember being 6,7,8 years old and knowing that those towels meant that the christmas tree would be up in the lounge all beautiful and sparkly and magical.
We grew up without a lot of money…plenty of siblings 11 infact but money was not something we had in excess. Christmas though was a time when the struggle and the going without all seemed worth it. Our whole family together, everyone happy, nobody fighting and us kids being spoilt (though not by today standards). My father would always seem well on Christmas Day (no matter how much chemo he was undergoing) and he would make jokes to remind us of how lucky we were like “when i was a kid we were so poor at Christmas we used to have to rent a ham”. I think that my favourite thing though growing up was us all trying to guess our presents during the day because mum would be at work ( she was an aged care nurse who worked every Christmas) and dad refused to let us open them without her.
Last year was the first year that I had a Christmas tree but due to the super stress of having a wedding 3 weeks after the holiday season I didn’t manage to get to the store for decorations until it was too late everything was all gone only ugly decorations left and so I decided in a moment of stubbornness and immaturity that I would rather have no decorations than ugly ones and so I left my tree bare. Well I did right up until Chris had his bucks party at our house and I came home to a tree decorated with my garden gnomes and wild turkey bottles.
This year I am prepared. I have ordered the Christmas decorations well ahead of time and come the first week of December I will begin to create my own version of a magic wonderland, I may have already started watching the Christmas movies which all have happy endings and make me cry and I am incredibly excited about the decorating side of things given that next year Christmas for us will be cold and hopefully white with my best girlfriend and surrogate sister and her family in North Wales.
Am I the only Christmas geek out there?
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