For me this Christmas really began with Leo and his ballet performance at Abu Dhabi Mall to the tune of ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’. Now we are almost there. It is Christmas Eve and I am sitting by a roaring fire with our Credit Crunch Christmas Tree (donated by a friend from his garden but slightly skinny and collapsing under the weight of the decorations, my mother asked if it was upside down) planning the big day.
Sadly only Leo still believes in Father Christmas. Olivia sussed him out a few weeks ago and of course where she goes, Bea follows. I have not confirmed that he doesn’t exist.I just can’t bring myself to. I remember the feeling of loss I had when I realised he was not real. So I just say ‘he exists if you believe in him’.
Wolfie my gorgeous dog showed up, covered me in kisses, ate three meals and then….left again. Typical male. But it was so nice to see him. I am torn between wanting him to come back and dreading it because saying goodbye again will be too awful.
Being home is still heavenly. I can’t think of a nicer place to spend Christmas Day. We have ordered a turkey, planned the bread sauce and all I need now is some time to wrap the stocking fillers.
Not for the first time in my life I am wishing Father Christmas really did exist….
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
I wrote these notes some years ago for my, now 17.6, daughter.
“Father Christmas reminds us it is Christmas and he tells us what we should buy. He is very busy so we have to help him a little.
We do the shopping and put the things out as he’s too big now to come down a chimney.
But it is his idea. Without him – no presents at Christmas. We also celebrate the birth of Jesus”.
I should have put it better. Have a joyful Christmas. Everyone needs to celebrate something occasionally.
I remember as a kid being pretty traumatized when I found out that Father Christmas didn’t exist…but soon after I discovered that my parents had a “Master” card…and you could buy anything you wanted with it!
Many years later….one sad and tragic morning…I found the bill in the mail…
Have a wonderful Christmas Helena!
Please, please, please, do not sell Ste. Cecile! It is part of my memories of our year in France… with your family as the occupants! Cheers, Leanne
p.s. Cailin turned 18 yesterday!
Don’t worry Leanne, we won’t. Happy Birthday to Cailin.
Merry Christmas, Helena, and thanks for lovely posts this year. In my household, this year was the first acknowledged without SC..it’s just not the same. I still insisted on reading “The Night Before Christmas”, but middle girl refused to participate- the other two, in fairness, did sit and listen, just to please me. Next year, I think I’ll just read it to myself! Anyway, enjoy your celebrations, every minute of it! mimi
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! If you happen to run into Father Christmas aka Santa Claus, I am a firm believer and deserve an award.
Merry Christmas and thank you for your stimulating Blog. I cannot remember finding out Father Christmas didn’t exist. I had the joy of my three year old becoming more aware of him this year. Her main concern was whether he would use the ‘big toilet’ before he set off on his rounds which shows you where her mind is xx