The children are excited.
Girl, 7, is well behaved on the whole. She is singing and dancing – a lot. And laughing hysterically – a lot.
Boy, 4, well, he’s a child on the edge. Teetering on the tightrope between ‘if I’m really helpful and lovely Santa will bring me lots of presents’ and ‘I want them now and I’m gonna smash things until he gets here’.
Toddler, almost 2, knows something is up and has caught the excitement in much the same way she caught the vomiting bug. She can dance more enthusiastically, sing more loudly and smash more violently than her older siblings. Makes sense, she was the only one who projectile vomited. (She threw up on her own face too, but that’s another story.)
Man, 37, keeps grinning at his
tasteless, overdone bright Christmas decorations in the manner of a man satisfied with this work.
I have been struggling to get excited, trying to squash the stress caused by clutter, chaos and a complete lack of readiness (damn that vomiting bug – it took 4 weeks out of my schedule).
Then this morning I heard that our village post mistress had died. The village is in shock and mourning and our hearts are with the family she leaves behind, devastated and so sad at what should be a time of joy.
I guess it’s not important that I like the decorations or that the house is a mess. What matters is that my wildly over-excited family are here, are well, are with me. That we will celebrate together.
With prayers and love for Doreen’s family. We will truly miss her.