Christmas is definitely a time for family, it's a time for fun and laughter. If you follow me on social, you will sure as hell know that I am a festive fanatic, I like to truly make the most of it because, *cliche alert* it really does only come one time a year. Now Noah is old enough to really understand Christmas, I aim to make each year even more magical than the previous, there isn't much magical about adulthood, so I want to live life vicariously through his eyes during this period. Patrick isn't far behind so within a couple of years I'll have my two little elves joining me in all the festivities from September 1st. As I grew up, Christmas was always a special time of year, I think no matter how much or little my parent's had, they did their best to make it incredible for me and my siblings. We had traditions, which lately have seen us moaning about (shall come to that in a moment), for example, every year since I can remember, we all sit together near the tree on Christmas Eve and open one present, usually selected by my Mum or Dad as they know what is in them, and it's always something little. Minus the year my Dad bodged up and let me open a Karaoke CD when I didn't have a Karaoke....yet. (Cue daggers from my mum and all their attempts to convince 7 year old me Santa must have made a mistake). My parents have also always done stockings, up until I had Noah, because 'You're not children anymore' this caused some debate because I'll have you know mother I am always your child and therefore should get a stocking *foot stomp*.
