For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6, NIV)
Ok it’s that time of year again when we cannot avoid mentioning the man in the big red coat and hair all white.
Yes that right a week today Santa will be coming to visit us all.
Now I love Christmas but with two teenagers and two pre-teens the magical essence is beginning to wear off slightly.
In fact the horrible creatures are actually spoiling it for me.
It seems its uncool to sing carols anymore.
It is super uncool to wear tinsel in your hair and when I suggested a visit to Santa’s grotto they pretty much wet themselves. Did I mention they were horrid children!
So it’s back to my memories I go to my very first Santa visit with my first born. To be honest she was only 6 months old and I may have been just a little presumptuous taking her but visiting the local city and checking out the fantastic grottos of John Lewis and Rackhems. I had some of my most special childhood memories made there and of course like any loving mother ( yeah I know sick bucket required) I was desperate for my child to feel that magic and have wonderful memories of their own.
So there he was Santa dressed in all his Christmas finery open armed to receive on to his lap this beautiful chubby six month old angel. He is holding her close posing for the perfect photo, all the parents in line gushing about how cute she looks when disaster strikes, that cute adorable little girl takes hold of Santa’s beard and with a vice like grip yanks that beard with all her might. Letting the whole world, ok maybe just the line of waiting children know that Santa is in fact a clean shaved twenty something year old.
Oh my the shame, the tears, the tears. A line of children sobbing into their parents arms “Santa isn’t real” “Santa isn’t old”, “mommy that isn’t “Santa”.
It was certainly one of those moments when you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
I also wish the whole episode ended there but the adorable six month angel/devil refused to let go of Santa’s beard for at least 5 minutes more and eventually had to be bribed with chocolate buttons (bad mother i know)
And as she reached for those buttons I’m ashamed to say she did so with a handful of white pretend beard hair.
Oh the joys of parenthood.
Anyway please tell me I’m not the only one who has experience grotto nightmares.
I mean two years ago my youngest when asked by Santa what she wanted for Christmas replied “you know what Santa I don’t think you are real but my friends and I are going to play along for our moms ok”.
My 2nd oldest once informed the man in the red coat she was just covering all the bases. And that she had also asked Santa for something that wasn’t on her list, if she got it then she would know he was real if not oh well.
The joys of Christmas
As for dodgy looking Santa’s check my hubby stepping in to play the role when our own Father Christmas got stuck in a snow drift.
I love Christmas
With Christmas fast approaching you may be searching for that perfect gift for your husband, son, brother.
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I was given one of these to review for Panasonic and considering I don’t have the facial hair required for the job I roped in the husband and he became my human Guinea pig.
The first thing Alan requested was that I allowed him a few weeks to test out this shaver it seems that your skin reacts differently over time and you have to allow it time to get used to the new shaver. That was fine and now a few weeks on here is Alan’s opinion on the Panasonic Shaver.
“Using a triple blade system was new for me as I had been using circular blades previously but I was genuinely surprised at the closeness of the first shave.
I was also really impressed with how close to skin the razor was allowing me to shave more often without the dragging of my skin.
I found this shaver best to use on a daily basis and did struggle a little when I had a few days growth. But even then the shaver got there in the end.
I also liked having a wet shave with this shaver a pleasant change and left my skin feeling refreshed too.
One of my favourite things was the ease in which you can wash it, so simple.
Not a bad shaver all in all. But personally I think it’s more suited to the younger generation as at times my hair was too coarse for the blades.”
So a thumbs up from Alan.
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I love items that are timeless
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Also while you are there check out their new Christmas range, I have already got my eye on some of the tableware and decorations.
Christmas has come and gone for another year. Presents opened, food eaten.
Children happily playing with their toys, husband quietly snoring on the sofa.
Its been a good one but it is still so different, so very wrong.
The last three years have been hard. Traditions have had to change. You can’t survive doing the same old things when someone is missing.
Christmas morning’s visit to Livvys grave was so hard. The yellow glittery flowers was the only gift I could lay for my beautiful daughter.
Wishes send to heaven on my tears.
A kind old gentleman I have got to know visits his wife’s grave. He looks at me sadly and simply says
“it hurts “
How true are his words.
He loved his wife for over 40 years nursed her when she was sick. She was his, he was hers.
The tears fall down our faces as we share each others pain. He holds on to his memories I grieve for the ones we didn’t get to make.
Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries they all hit home the truth.
Our loved ones are out of reach.
Yet it’s in the Christmas story I find my peace. In the celebration of our Saviours birth I rejoice. For on this day was born the beginning of what would become our salvation.
As Mary held her dear baby boy in her arms did she ever perceive the life he would lead?Could she ever imagined his death?
As a grieving mother I can tell you it’s unimaginable. We bring our children into this world to live not to die.
Yet in the death of Mary’s son was the birth of hope. The birth of truth, the birth of life.
I grieve desperately for my daughter. In the midst of all the torn wrapping paper is my torn aching heart.
Yet on this day our Saviour was born and in this joyous moment was the birth of what I hold so tight. Salvation and the promise of eternity.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
(John 3:16, NIV)
Ok I’m devastated I’ve tried for the last 15 years to bring Santa to life in my home.
The eaten mince pie
The empty glass of milk
The half eaten carrot
Each Christmas eve we have gone through the ritual of being Santa just to hear the excited screams of “he’s been , he’s been “. As they check the empty plate.
This year I’ve been told that’s it’s ok I don’t have to pretend anymore. It seems my ten year old knows the truth.
This has happened twice before as both Kennedy and Eden informed me that Santa isn’t real. Yet for some reason it hurts that little bit more with my youngest. I guess this is where the pretence ends. No more playing along for the younger children the youngest has said enough.
I wonder if they would indulge a old mommy with pretence. Allow me to stay in the illusion that my girls are still babies. That they still believe in wishes and fairy tales.
My eldest is three years off being a woman, where did the time go. It seems like only yesterday I was holding this chubby little new born in my arms.
Time moves on and children grow.
Though this year there will still be a cake for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph. Not for the children but for the poor mom who is struggling to realise her girls are growing up.
Indulge a old woman please.
I’m nervous about Christmas it’s a time of year with overwhelms me. The pressure to have the perfect decorations the perfect dinner and if course making sure that the gifts are perfect for all the ones I love.
The noise level goes up at Christmas. The annoying carols that play in every shop you visit. The constant stream of adverts telling you “this is the must have toy for your child”.
Everywhere you go you are faced with bright lights and trimmings that sparkle so bright straight into a headache for me.
Cards to be written, having to check your lists twice making sure that some distant relative isn’t going to be forgotten.
Presents to be wrapped and hidden. Receipts to be kept safe, endless roles of sellotape and batteries added to the shopping list.
Christmas time is exhausting!
Yet I love the sharing of presents, the warm feeling I get inside when I see the genuine smile on someone’s face when they open their gift. And Yes the worry of the last few months does disappear in the chaos of giggling children ripping open their presents.
The destruction of the living room is one of my favourite parts of the holiday. The floor covered in spend paper and opened cards.
The beautiful sounds of hymns being sung at the church carol service. The peace found in the telling of the Christmas story on Christmas eve. The warmth of the church as we all sit together and prayer as we remember the real reason of Christmas.
For only a day life seems to go on warp mode for the months before. Each year I make myself the promise of being prepared earlier yet all of a sudden December is knocking at my door.
My husband tells me I wouldn’t change it for the world but truthfully I would a little. I would like to be able to put less pressure on myself. To accept that no everyone will get the perfect gift but the fact that I have given in love should be enough. Accept that my Christmas dinner will never look like Delia Smiths but my family all enjoy it and if anyone is missed of my Christmas card list then maybe we need to stay in touch a little more.
Perfection isn’t going to happen in my home, but happiness and love will be a plenty.
I remember the true meaning of Christmas and that is completely overwhelming in a truly special way.
If you would like to overwhelm someone with love and caring this Christmas consider making a gift in their name to the Compassion UK Christmas Appeal . Help Compassion release children from poverty.