What a busy time it’s been. When the door of the Advent calendar is opened each morning, the excitement of the children escalates at an equal rate to my level of panic. It always feels like there is more still to do as the diary has been full of plays, performances and parties, but thankfully we’re near enough to the big day to stop worrying about things we may have forgotten and instead we can start to enjoy it.
The Christmas feeling really started when Orla made a visit with her school choir to sing at a local care home. I had the pleasure of attending too, and visited a family friend who lives there. The choir sang brilliantly and had a short break to mingle and chat with the residents, which was very sweet to see.
Equally sweet, Seamus performed in his first school Nativity. Nothing makes you tear up more than a group of little children singing Away in a Manager. Angels wearing tinsel, Jesus played by a Tiny Tears doll, kings wearing hand made paper crowns and children waving mid-performance when they spotted a familiar face in the audience … now that’s Christmas in a nutshell.
Aoife’s performance was less of a Christmas theme but rather more a demonstration this term’s topic work – The Victorians. The year group held a Victorian tea party, some gave their speeches as famous Victorians and everyone performed a short drama piece. We made lots of cakes to donate to the proceedings. I helped out with the refreshments on the day, which was really well attended so didn’t even have time to get to have a cup of tea myself. However, it was a nice afternoon and the children had obviously worked hard throughout this term to culminate in such a great presentation.
Much less refined was her Christmas party with her rugby team. The coach shied away from the usual treat of a cinema trip or a party, and instead booked them on an army style fitness assault course. So on a frosty Sunday morning, mid December she faced the mud, water and ice (they had to break the ice off the top of the water before wading through waist deep!) and worked as a team to get round. The warm bath when she got home was very welcome! The amount of muddy laundry she came home with, less so. Although not her first choice of party venue, a big thanks to the coaches who organised it and who give so much of their time to the team throughout the season.
Rugby continued for Seamus too. We were out for the last session of the year, wrapping up warm to play tag rugby. Even Orla decided to join in with the U6s, helping the littlest ones with some of the relay runs.
She was much more at home though, spending an afternoon Christmas shopping in Bluewater.
The best part of Bluewater for the kids is Sblended, a milkshake shop where you choose which chocolate bar you want to include. Seamus went for Curly Wurly, Orla had Cadbury’s Caramel while Aoife plumped for a festive Terry’s Chocolate Orange flavour and watched as they were whizzed up and added to their shakes.
We made a trip up to London to see the Christmas lights. We popped into the Wong Kei, as usual for our lunch, and pottered around Harrods and Fortnum & Mason‘s looking at the very expensive gifts and beautiful window displays, sampling the tasters of champagne, trying our best to look like we were potential purchasers and not just looking for a freebie!
We even spotted a Santa or two when we were there!
Back home, we’ve shopped for our mince pies and even made Christmas biscuits and jam tarts.
….and now we are finally ready. We attended the local Christingle service and walked home via the many beautifully lit houses. Now there’s just enough time to put on some mulled wine, enjoy a movie and get in our pjs, all set for an early night – we don’t want Father Christmas to think we’re still awake.
Joyeux Noël, Frohe Weihnachten, Feliz Navidad, God Jul – however you wish to say it, Merry Christmas! And here’s to a wonderful 2018, whatever it may bring.