It’s time for Christmas!
It’s that most wonderful time of the year! That’s right – it’s Christmas!
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about this time of the year, about Christmas, that is so unbelievably magical. As adults we know there’s no Santa Claus, and Rudolf is just a victim of harsh bullying, however the magic of the season persists.
To me, the smell of tinsel is the first sign that the festive season is here – that dusty metallic scent that at any other time of the year would cause a full spring clean of ones’ home. But come the festive season it’s sign to bring out the candles and glitter and submit your home to a thorough be-festive-ing.
Having grown up in Australia it’d be easy to assume that Christmas and I aren’t the most well acquainted, but I, in all honesty, have the yuletide spirit flowing steadily through my veins. I was the one in my family who ensured the Christmas tree went up on the first day of December every year without fail, and had menu plans and shopping lists well prepared even before the festive decorations hit the stores.
Sure, Christmas in Australia is in summer, and it felt slightly strange to wander through the Christmastide displays, each bespeckled with winter splendour, whilst wearing a maxi dress, but somehow, the spirit of Christmas called to me and lured me to the Northern hemisphere.
This year will mark my third Festivemas here in the UK, and each year I find myself falling more and more in love with the season (as if that was even possible!)
Yesterday it snowed in London, despite the clear sunny skies here in Scotland, but this one small weather event raised my hopes that perhaps we’ll have a white Christmas! I’ve already planned my Festive menu (turkey roast with all the trimmings, and then some!) and have my shopping cart sitting at the ready, preparing to check out any day now to ensure I snag one of those elusive Tesco Christmas delivery spots.
Christmas is a beautiful time of the year when the tacky and tawdry becomes magical and mystical. Over the next month I’ll be sharing with you my favourite Christmas memories, my very special, secret recipes to serve with your roast, a gift guide or two, and even how to keep that toosh toned despite all the parties that you are undoubtedly attending. Sure, it may not be Blogmas, but it’s something.
So, although I am Australian and never truly experienced a traditional Christmas until I moved to the UK, it’s my favourite time of the year, and nothing, and I mean nothing, means more to me right now than sharing my love of the season with you all!