A Colourful Life: Christmas Day

“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”
― Calvin Coolidge

I feel very lucky to be able to say Christmas Day is one of my favourite days of the year. (It’s not everyone’s for a multitude of reasons.)
The lead up to it is a mixed bag of quiet child-like anticipation and more audible “I HAVEN’T GOT THESE PEOPLE’S PRESENTS YET…”.
Then the day finally arrives and its almost a relief as all the presents are sorted and all one needs to do is enjoy the day. (This is all coming from outside of the kitchen, once again I am in the care-free “not cooking Christmas lunch” camp, though I am aware I will be that person one day.)
The excitement on Christmas Eve was through the roof, Maia asked to go to bed at midday and whipped the carrot and mince pie out herself at around 7pm in an efficient business-like fashion. No messing around.

I look forward to the day, not just for all the food, presents and general Christmas cheer, but to see the look on Maia’s face as she opens her gifts. She was particularly delighted with her new polaroid camera.
The day itself was magical as always, appreciated all the more this year as we were all able to be together, unlike last year. We visited Joel’s parents in the morning, then headed to my parents where we joined my Aunty Ruth, who to me, IS Christmas. She made many of my childhood Christmases with her chocolate coin treasure hunts, homemade Yule logs and edible tree decorations.
We played party games, zoomed family, dropped gifts off with a very kind neighbour who year upon year spoils us with huge boxes filled with festive munchies. It was all a joy, the perfect Christmas Day.


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