Mince pies and christmas pudding
Dec. 4th, 2004 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynI'm going home today to stir the Christmas pudding and make mince pies.
Now I KNOW it is Christmas coming.
I've also got my plans for Christmas sorted. I'm spending Christmas Eve day at home, helping put up the Christmas Tree, handing out presents etc. I then pick uppierot from work and we drive down to Wales to see his parents. I spent the night there, and then drive back to London on Boxing Day to see my extended family.
This is my first Christmas away from home. There is something a little bit odd about that. A little bit scary. I'm still kinda trying to work things through in my mind. It's something I want to do. I think I need to make a new kind of Christmas for myself, a new way of doing things. That's moving on. It isn't right to try and cling to an old style family Christmas when my family has changed, when there are a whole new family that are involved. But tis scary. In some ways it feels like I'm losing another tiny bit of my mummy.
I miss her so much at Christmastime.
Mum loved Christmas. It was very much her time of year. Christmas stockings, the entire house decorated, a big social on Christmas Eve for friends, then Christmas Day for family and Boxing Day for the extended family. 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' read aloud before an open fire on Christmas Eve evening and then midnight mass, which I think I went to with her. No one else ever really wanted to go, so it turned into the two of us. The entire thing had so many traditions, so many rituals.
And now it is going.
It needs to move on.
That's the thing I keep saying. Penny and Dad need their own Christmas and it must be harder for Penny's kids, with her having sold their childhood home to move to be with Dad. We all still have our own rooms, our own space. They don't anymore. We don't need to push our Christmas on them as well. It's like I think it'll be a good thing in some ways when Dad and Penny sell up and move.
But it's still kinda hard. Still saying goodbye.
Now I KNOW it is Christmas coming.
I've also got my plans for Christmas sorted. I'm spending Christmas Eve day at home, helping put up the Christmas Tree, handing out presents etc. I then pick up
pierot from work and we drive down to Wales to see his parents. I spent the night there, and then drive back to London on Boxing Day to see my extended family.This is my first Christmas away from home. There is something a little bit odd about that. A little bit scary. I'm still kinda trying to work things through in my mind. It's something I want to do. I think I need to make a new kind of Christmas for myself, a new way of doing things. That's moving on. It isn't right to try and cling to an old style family Christmas when my family has changed, when there are a whole new family that are involved. But tis scary. In some ways it feels like I'm losing another tiny bit of my mummy.
I miss her so much at Christmastime.
Mum loved Christmas. It was very much her time of year. Christmas stockings, the entire house decorated, a big social on Christmas Eve for friends, then Christmas Day for family and Boxing Day for the extended family. 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' read aloud before an open fire on Christmas Eve evening and then midnight mass, which I think I went to with her. No one else ever really wanted to go, so it turned into the two of us. The entire thing had so many traditions, so many rituals.
And now it is going.
It needs to move on.
That's the thing I keep saying. Penny and Dad need their own Christmas and it must be harder for Penny's kids, with her having sold their childhood home to move to be with Dad. We all still have our own rooms, our own space. They don't anymore. We don't need to push our Christmas on them as well. It's like I think it'll be a good thing in some ways when Dad and Penny sell up and move.
But it's still kinda hard. Still saying goodbye.
