Six days before Christmas and I’m laid writing this in bed after finding out today I have a slipped disc at the very base of my back. Depressing right. To make it even worse I’m laid here eating chocolate, out of boredom, listening to Cyndi Lauper. Yep, I’m feeling a tad sorry for myself, is that obvious?
So, determined to not bring everyone down around me I need to sort this shitty situation out! Aside from the fact I can hardly take ten steps without thinking I’ve aged about 70 years and instantly needing a walking stick I’m going to play the let’s pretend it’s not happening game.
Two days in the house now and I’m starting to go a bit crazy you see. Cabin fever is already developing.
I haven’t wrapped any presents yet, flip I haven’t even bought the crappy wrapping paper either, but who cares. I’m sure it’ll figure itself out…she says! I haven’t finalised the food shop which needs to be done by 11pm on Saturday night. Still not bothered. As far as I’m concerned brushing my teeth and managing to put some clothes in the washer earlier was pretty brilliant. It took me about 15 minutes to just get the washing out and put in mind, but still, it’s in. Now I just need to muster together the motivation to get it out! 6 hours later and I’ve still not done it.
Anyway… I’m sorry. What a misery I am today! I’m writing this post in the hope it’ll bring a little bit of my Christmas cheer back. Lisa from Mumma Scribbles tagged me in her Christmas Tag post and I thought the questions were pretty fun, so here you have it.
Let’s do this! I will get excited again!
Ooh I don’t really think I have a favourite Christmas film…actually, yes I do!!! I love Little Women. I’ve forgotten how much I loved this film until thinking about this question. My Mum first introduced me to Little Women when I was maybe around 14 years old and I remember feeling a little bit mesmerised and a tad emotional for the March family. They never had very much, and they were living in really difficult times.
Yet I don’t think that’s what people remember from the film. Personally, I think my sister and I both admired each character because ultimately, they were strong women, all very different and all had to find their own individual ways on how to be creative, unique, and they had to learn how to appreciate the little things in life no matter how hard things got. They are kind, they give to those who have less than themselves, and they’re grateful.
If you’ve never seen Little Women you really must watch it. It’s the perfect holiday movie.
Yes, I clearly remember a few of them! I remember riding my new bike around one year when younger…at around 7am in the street! Sorry Mum.
I remember going to my grandparents in the snow one Christmas Day too. I’m originally from York (the best city ever – Yorkshire and proud, of course) and I loved winter up there. Down here in Berkshire we seem to be in some weird dip where the snow and frost just skirts around us, I’ve never quite figured that one out.
At home. Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. If I believed in horoscopes, I don’t, but for those of you that do my star sign is Cancer and apparently we care deeply about matters of the family and their home. Home is my safe place.
Our Christmas does tend to be a tad unusual, last year we had an Indian whilst our children spent it with their other parents and we ended up having our official Christmas Day on the 28th. We must share for our children to have the best Christmases they can. Read more about that set up here.
I. Don’t. Have. One. There you have it, I said it out loud for everyone to see!
I really don’t, because I don’t love Christmas music. I’ll happily hum or sing along every now and then but I wouldn’t play any intentionally! Sorry for all you Mariah/Noel/Wham/Slade addicts! I’ll leave those to you.
Nope. But it’s not from want of trying! I always ask my boyfriend if we can but he’s having none of it. I’m a big kid when it comes to that. I’ll shake them, rattle them about and I desperately want to know what’s inside. Coby is the same.
Ummm… no! I can get Rudolph (standard obviously) Dasher, Prancer… Dancer? Something about a Blitz maybe? I’ll have to Google the rest!
We’re at a point with our children where Christmas is changing completely. We used to, without fail, every year watch Polar Express with a hot chocolate but I don’t think it’s going to be quite the same now they are older. I act like I hate them, roll my eyes at the mention of Cluedo, but I do love a good board game. Drinking bucks fizz whilst cooking is also something I always do.
Fake. It’s a little bit old now too so I think next year we’re going to need to re-consider. The eco side of me feels awful ripping up a tree just for a few weeks so I can’t imagine we’ll ever have a real one. It does look pretty though. I went for a white and silver theme this year… check out the baubles on my Instagram.
ALL OF IT! Ha. Seriously, I want it all. OK, fine, if I really have to narrow it down… Chocolate Oranges, Sprouts, Bucks Fizz, Insane amounts of chocolate, mulled wine and… hmmm… a cheese board… because nothing beats a Christmas cheese board!
Giving. Every time. I love the whole process. Choosing, wrapping and seeing people’s faces when they open them.
Hmmm. Wow, these questions are really making me think (totally taking my mind off the back situation – yay). I think when I was younger I remember being totally made up with my Barbie ski-hut/hot chocolate house. Seriously, it was insanely good and kept me occupied for hours. Adult wise I’m going to go with our yearly holidays. Steve and I don’t buy gifts, we go away. Watch this space to see where we’re going this Christmas. I’ll no doubt blog the hell out of it… 😉
New York. I want to go so bad!
I’m a bit of both. I start off with the best intentions, buy nice fancy ribbons and bows, I fold neatly and I always add a tag. By the end I’ve usually given up and just get it done as quickly as I can.
Not necessarily a happy one but I remember when I was around 8 years old and I had the worst chicken pox. I couldn’t even get out of bed Christmas morning so my Mum carried me downstairs and laid me on the sofa to help me open them. It’s quite a sweet memory until I then remember my sister sitting in the corner laughing at me, ripping her paper off as fast as she could!
No idea! I think I believed until I was around 9 when I remember quite vividly that strangely the door handle disappeared from the door of the cupboard at the top of the stairs every year. My Mum’s hiding place for all our presents was a secret no more.
Family. Our children being happy and getting to spend time at home with no work or life pressures. It’s a time to truly switch off and hibernate for the week. Read what Christmas really means to me right here.
And now it’s my turn to tag. I would love to see these bloggers tell us all about their Christmas tales.