4 December 2010
tis the season. again.
As Christmas looms ever closer and I struggle with the overwhelming number of 'end of year' functions and 'final for 2010' events flooding the calendar, not to mention the unbought presents and continued absence of festive decorations in my house, my mind continually turns to the serenity of Bali. The unhurried pace of life and default position of harmony and goodwill to others contrast so sharply with the push and shove and snarl at others attitude found in the Western world. I'm a bit weary.
Every year I say Christmas takes me by surprise, but I do usually manage to pull it together. This year however the house is a shambles, family time has been severely curtailed with extra curricular activities and various children away on camp, and Advent only cursorily acknowledged. Also, just when did Christmas become women's work, or has it always been and I've not consciously noticed it until now?
I hope to find some time this weekend amongst all the errands and chores to clear a space somewhere for the whole family to participate in setting out the Advent candles and Christmas tree, string up some fairy lights, and rummage through the box of decorations. Then maybe, just maybe, the Advent Fairy will show up with the stable. (She's awfully late this year, that slackarse fairy).
Next week I'll think about cards, making a 2011 calendar, and Christmas presents. One step at a time.