It's Nearly Time For Ho-Ho!
The old man's about to hop down my chimney!
Hi Gang!
It’s the most “wonderful” time of the year again.
You know, the time when you realise you forgot to buy a present for one of your family, you can’t find a single sprout in the whole damn supermarket, the cranberry sauce is best-before-dated for last March, and the dog may or may not have eaten something lethal and plastic off the tree.
Again.
You can guarantee every other mum on the planet secretly has the same doubts.
“Will Christmas be OK?”
“Have I done enough?”
“Will they be disappointed?”
“Did I get enough food?”
“Is the house a furry shit pit?”
“Where the feck did I put the scissors?”
“Where did the Sellotape go?”
“Should we use Sellotape at all, as it’s bad for the environment?”
It’s like Mum-law that we have to find something to feel guilty about. But you know what? It’s too late to do much about anything now, so sod it.
Repeat after me:
“Bollocks to it. Ho-ho-ho.”
So I’m raising my coffee cup for you, putting my feet up for a few days, and wishing you all that you want the holiday to be. Be that a crazy, a quiet, a reflective, a mad, or even none at all and an early night.
Warm ‘n’ Fuzzies,
Freya xx
P.S. In case you were wondering, “Ho-ho” is what my Mum’s friend’s kids called Father Christmas when they were small, and it just sorta stuck.