If you have a decent memory, you may recall that Christmas is not really my thing. Actually, that is a euphemism for "I am grumpy and negative about Christmas".
However, startling changes are afoot in this household. The (r)evolution is undeniable:
Two years ago, my first blog account of the Christmas season was far from cheery.
One year ago, the situation had improved dramatically... but my words still belied an underlying resistance.
This year... BB is three, and he LOVES Christmas. Egged on by school, and its obsession with decorations, trees, Father Christmas, chocolates and everything else you could possibly associate with the Yuletide ritual (right down to the toilet roll Santa and homemade foil stars...), he wants it all.
And so endearing is is wide-eyed capacity to believe, that he has won me over.
This year... our tree is no artificial, token nod to festive duty. Oh no, no, no! This year, our tree is a big, cheery, natural affair, complete with shedding pine needles and... and... tinsel.
Yes, we now have tinsel (see last year's pledge never to stoop to tinsel, and gasp).
So this is veritably the revenge of Christmas. All it took was a little boy and a couple of years: and Christmas is most definitely in the bag and here to stay.
1 comment:
And feliz navidad to you! The tree looks great. I haven't gotten round to decorating ours yet, only the lights are in place, but every day we go downstairs, the first thing C. does is stand in front of it waits until I magically turn them on.
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