I’d like to take the next five minutes or so to wish you a very Merry Christmas, and all the very best for 2013!
It’s been a very hectic year, yet the whole of 2012 has just flown by. I suppose that has happened because I have a 15 month old little boy…
Christmas really is the most wonderful time of the year. However, it was only a few years ago when I couldn’t stand it. I wondered what the point of it all was. I honestly looked out of my bedroom window one Christmas morning and said to myself, ‘why do we even bother to celebrate Christmas. People are only interested in it because of all the gifts…’ I lost my faith there and then.
There are too many people, even now, who say ‘Happy Holidays’. Yes, this is a holiday time, but why say that? Have you forgotten that without Christ, there would be no Christmas?
When I first saw those double lines on that ‘wee stick’, and I started to tell people that I was expecting my little man, it was then that my faith started to become restored. I had a difficult time in conceiving, and (I’ve never told anyone this before) I actually began praying to God to help me. My son really is my little miracle, and every day I do thank the Lord for my Blessing.
But without preaching, as that is the last thing I want to do, I now look forward to Christmas.
I have spent SO much this year. My house is a Christmas Grotto (tastefully, of course), and we literally cannot get anywhere near to the Christmas tree due to all the gifts underneath! And that’s not including the gifts that Father Christmas still has stashed away for my son.
All the food has been bought, all the drinks, the table has been decorated, my napkins fancily folded…
But isn’t that going against what I’ve just said..? No. It’s not.
I have my faith, and this evening I took my son to our local church for a ‘Carols by Candlelight’ service. My mum and dad joined us too. My husband decided to stay at home as, in his own words, ‘singing isn’t my thing’. It was beautiful though. The whole atmosphere was. My little man didn’t seem to agree.
He got all excited in seeing his Nanna and Grandad come to pick us up… Then we were inside a dimly candle-lit church and about a hundred or so strangers singing… He was totally overwhelmed. He did try to sing along to ‘Once in Royal David’s City’, but when everything went quiet afterwards, he decided that was the time to start crying as loud as he possibly could.
That wasn’t the only thing. Just before the service started, he got a little excited in being somewhere different that he was ‘running’ up and down the aisle (not all the way – within easy reach… Maybe three or four seats away), and tripped and headbutted his Nanna’s knee. Oh the blood! It appears that he bit his lip. So I suppose that, mixed with the aforesaid really didn’t help.
Once back home, he was all smiles and giggles as he usually is. And, it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow!
I’ve done it a few years on the run now (trying to get the Christmas Spirit), but I’m really looking forward to tracking Father Christmas on his run around the world. Have you ever done it? Visit this link to track Santa LIVE! via NORAD – http://www.noradsanta.org/en/
So, there we go. I’ll try to write another post before the end of the year, but I can’t promise. But here’s my resolution for 2013 – I promise to blog a lot more – more recipes, more crafts, more travel reviews… All I can say is bookmark / like / follow me on here!
Once again, have a wonderful Christmas, and a very happy new year xx