I woke up this morning, and was kindly reminded by Spud that it's only 169 days till Christmas, curing a headache that has been mingling since last night, Christmas was to say the least thing I wanted to think about whilst trying to stop myself from hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock. I continued to lay on my pillow, silently talking to myself eager to push the headache away.
I got up and made Spud his breakfast whilst he washed and brushed his teeth, it was whilst I was filling the kettle to boil the water for my first cup of coffee of the day that reality hit me, Spud's statement had settled in! Waiting for Spud to appear as he usually does every morning asking what was on the dinner menu at school, I asked Spud how many day's it was until Christmas, 169 he replied.
Last Christmas, I really, really, really wanted to experience the magic of Lapland, but due to very little funds, we sadly couldn't go, so I told myself, that we would be going next year, which is now this year, less then 169 days away! Have I planned anything yet? Nope, Am I disorganised? Yes! I dropped Spud off to school this morning, come home, tried to reason with a valid excuse as to why the housework could wait, and started to look for Lapland holidays 2014.
I've always loved Christmas, I loved it as a child, a teenager and even now as an adult. Although my dad sat me down and told me about 'Santa' when I was around the age of 10, I still loved the magic behind Christmas, the decorations, the family gathering, the food, the movies and least not forget the gifts!
Then when I become a parent myself, the magic just got a whole new meaning of exciting! Trying to find hiding places, and retrieve the list out of the envelope that Spud want's to post at the post office to Lapland, and wearing a Christmas hat whilst I wrap up presents gone midnight is all part of the fun.
Waking up to see his little face light up with joy on Christmas morning is worth the few times of 'hassle' I've endured over the festive period. Of course though, to keep the magic up as much as possible, I've had to bite into a mince pie, drink 3/4 of a glass of milk, and leave a bitten end of a raw carrot. You know the fat man's been when there's a room of present's, filled under the tree and piled all around it too, there's 'snowy' footprints on the floor, and a thank you note left for Spud!
It would seem a little bit crazy though if we was just to let a stranger into our home wouldn't it? It's also nice for Spud to visit Santa every year to hear his report from Santa, and for Spud to tell Santa what he would like for Christmas. Last year as fund's was low, Santa came to Grandad's house, Spud and his older cousin was a little bit unsure about who was behind that beard, their suspicions set in and they was asking lot's of questions.
I also want to see real reindeer's, because although we love having Clarice around every Christmas time, singing her Rudolph song, being up close and personal with real reindeer's in Lapland, with a much more 'realer' Santa is just a dream! The real snow is of course just the icing on the cake isn't it, I cant remember ever having a white Christmas here in the UK, so seeing some snow just days before Christmas would be magical!
I can just imagine the little smiles of amazement breaking free from Spud, the sounds of wow's as the astonishment is too much to contain. I've got 169 days, less then 169 days, and tomorrow that becomes 168, I really need to start planning our trip, along with the never ending list of presents I need to purchase! Better early then late ay!
Until next time,
Jada x