This is the first Christmas in decades there has been a child in our family, and therefore around on the day. This is great as it’s given everyone an excuse to go toy (read: REAL Xmas) shopping.
It also means at the moment we can enjoy things like wrapping J’s gifts in front if him and telling ‘Santa-isn’t-real’ stories.
Someone asked me the other day what I’ll be teaching J about Xmas. Well, here we go.
1. It’s a Christian festival. As an atheist I don’t celebrate Christ’s birth. I celebrate turkey, pigs in blankets and the fact the days are getting longer. If J wants to celebrate God, that’s his choice when he’s old enough to understand it.
2. There is a Santa, but none of the ones you see in shopping centres are the real one. The real one is far too busy making presents, so he has helpers. This is the line my parents used with me.
3. It’s the giving. I fucking love giving presents. I love it when people open them. And I am GREAT at buying gifts. I want to pass on that joy to my son.
4. You MAY NOT open a present on Xmas eve. Get serious.
5. It is mandatory to open your presents whilst wearing your pyjamas. And opening you stocking in bed is even better.
6. Chocolate oranges are a breakfast food.
So there you go. Nothing too profound, and certainly nothing mature. I love Xmas, and hope my son will, too. Now, I have to get back to attempting to wrap the 1.5m tall sensory bubble tube J is getting as his ‘big present’.
Have a good one, people.