I treasure every Christmas with my family. Life is
so different before your children arrive isn't it? Having a meal out Christmas
Eve and sleeping in Christmas morning, visiting relatives, going out with
friends. And then your children come along and you realise what magic you have been missing out on. And life changes forever.
I do not know a parent that does not embrace the
pure joy of writing letters to Santa, baking cookies and building ginger bread
houses. Every year I eagerly anticipate watching Christmas movies, opening
advent calendars, and hanging Christmas stockings it’s just all so magical.
The one thing we all wish for is snow isn't it;
there is nothing as festive as snow falling on Christmas Eve and that is why
the year the snow came is such a precious memory.
This particular year we were ready for Christmas, all
the shopping had been bought and we were looking forward to a quite family
Christmas. We had been out for a lovely lunch and a long winters walk when the
snow started fluttering down, how exciting. We snuggled down to enjoy a festive
film whilst the snowflakes flurried outside our window. Christmas day was much
the same it was so beautiful listening to Christmas carols sipping champagne as
we cooked Christmas dinner. The view was breathtaking as the town lights
twinkled in the snow, although it had snowed on and off for 20 hours the snow
had covered but was not deep.
