I love Christmas.
- Christmas lights. We have them up, I want more but weather and time has not allowed. I will take the long way/back way/totally in the wrong direction way, home just to see lights.
- Decorating the tree, even though I have to gather all the balls at the end of the day and put them back on the tree. The dog has discovered it is a great scratching post too, there's now a semi permanent bald patch. I even love the handmade decorations that are starting to gather on the tree, and the glitter, all. over. the. fucking. floor.
- Working out gifts for people, that actually mean something, that cause all the feels and stuff.
- Craft shit. I make stuff at Christmas time. I've made a Christmas tree for outside, hanging baubles for outside, gift tags, decorated cookies. I'm Martha Stuart this time of year.
- Giving said gifts and seeing reactions. There's a few this year that I'm excited about, I think my mum is going to cry, that's my aim at least.
- Seeing family, and the laughs, stupidity and joy that comes from it.
- Food. Oh come on, seriously, Christmas is like a fat chicks dream. Roast meat, prawns, desserts, mmm desserts. Warm Christmas pud with ice cream and mums homemade custard. Trifle! I have never tasted a trifle as good as my mums, I kindly demand it every year. I AM the fat kid on cake at Christmas time.
- Overly excited, hyped up on chocolate for breakfast, surrounded in toys, KIDS! Christmas got so. much. better when I had kids. It takes it to a whole other level and I never tire of hearing "ooooooh LIGHTS!!!" in the car, even if it is just the traffic lights (bless her).
- Wine, with breakfast. YES!
