Usually, I’m not one to get festive as soon as the 1st of December rolls around. Getting in the mood for Christmas is more of a slow burner for me. I don’t start thinking about present-buying until at least the second week of December, and the tree usually goes up mid-December.
According to family tradition, next weekend should be tree weekend. But looking ahead, we realised we have no free time then, so we decided to shift our festive kick-off to this weekend. In a happy coincidence, I’ve now finished 90% of my pre-Christmas photography work, meaning I am really ready to start looking towards Christmas and enjoying the build up.
It’s been a long while since I’ve taken my camera out on an every-day trip with us. This is the sort of thing that I miss after doing a 366 project last year. The sort of thing I know I should do more often.
We pottered around a local garden centre, had cake and coffee in the charming little cafe, and Sam got a carton of takeaway beer for later (Arlo was disappointed to hear that it wasn’t popcorn).
As the man opened up our little tree, I was all ready to tell Sam that we should go to the place on the corner of our road where I know the trees are a tenner cheaper, but it just had the most lovely shape and we knew it was the one – it was love at first sight.
Then it was home to stick the Christmas tunes on and decorate. Arlo is enamoured with his footprint bauble, and we are picking up Rory’s next week. Arlo was so sweet whilst Rory was getting his done, and kept saying “Well done, Rory!” every time he made a footprint. No exaggeration – he has asked me every morning since then whether it’s time to go back to the shop to pick up Rory’s bauble.
In many ways, I think the build up to Christmas is better than Christmas itself.