When I was a child it was waking, in the dark, and feeling my Dad’s army sock with its crackly contents lying on my feet. The excitement of unwrapping the small presents from Father Christmas, who had actually been!
When my children were younger it was decorating the tree with them and feeling their growing excitement. Ah! happy days when we were all together as a small family unit
Now, I find it difficult to muster much excitement. I enjoy the simple things - opening cards from friends and hearing their news - and, I have an advent ‘calendar’ this year filled with mini wine bottles which gives me great pleasure ? ?