Have you heard the delightful BBC Radio 4 poem, Listen to Christmas, read by Maxine Peake? Be advised; if like me you were late feeling the festive spirit, this will conjure the required magic. In no time at all you’ll be humming a Christmas tune as you bake the mince pies/ice the gingerbread men/wrap the gifts/write seasonal emails to those you’ve forgotten to include on your Christmas card list.
It would have worked for me even if our London family hadn’t joined us for an early-Christmas last weekend. These days it seems quite usual for dispersed families to enjoy an ‘early’ Christmas get-together and it got the thumbs up from me. It meant that despite the late start, everything was prepared with a week to spare. Rarely have I felt so organised.
Doesn’t this little chap’s face say it all. Never have I seen little children so thrilled with their presents of new clothes. Louis’ Frugi tee shirt featuring bouncing spiders and Matilda’s skating dress were real hits.
Reflecting on my own childhood Christmases… Back in the 50s and throughly indulged, I remember one occasion when I was less than joyful to receive three dresses my Grandmother had chosen for me. I probably showed it too. What an ungrateful little girl! I like to think I’ve learned the error of my ways although there’s a tinge of regret if I don’t receive some rose and violet creams.
I’ll sign off now for the festive season and wish all readers, at home and away – all three of you – a very happy and safe Christmas followed by a healthy and peaceful New Year. Oh, and do listen to the poem.