Further to my previous post, this thread has got me thinking about Christmas per se, under normal circumstances and varying attitudes towards it.
Christmas it can be said, is almost like the big white wedding fantasy lite! It's one day, some over invest in it, it doesn't always reflect real life. Yes it can be magical when children are of that optimum age which falls briefly between being too young to understand and the knowledge that Father Christmas doesn't exist. It's a small window. A baby aged one will be oblivious to it all that's for sure, and feeling desperate to spend the first or even second Christmas with an unknowing infant, is buying into the Disneyesque fantasy peddled by masses of schmaltzy consumer ads.
Yes we had nice Christmases with our children when they were young, at our house. Since the grandchildren's arrival, more often than not they've been with the other side, an occasional actual day with us, that's fine. I would suggest that sometimes the days when they have been present have been the most exhausting, young children particularly are at their sparkly best when confronted with "the pile" as each present is opened, and often cast aside that elation diminishes, until the last present is revealed and what surrounds them and us is the debris. Frustration often sets in when things can't be constructed to their liking, or some integral piece is missing
Often we the adults are stuck with umpteen instruction leaflets to try and make sense of. When my children were young I always read them a book by the wonderful Shirley Hughes around the Christmas period, called "Tom and Lucy's Christmas" she captured that perfectly, Lucy and Tom getting up at the crack of dawn, opening all the presents, eating too much becoming overwrought, tired and frazzled, all ending in tears and tantrums!
Whilst I'm going to miss some close family adult get togethers, mass, carol services, mince pies and wine have been very much part of our Christmas Eve. There's no point in being disappointed in what cannot be this year, better in my opinion to look forward to hopefully better times when getting together wont be a potentially life threatening event. In the meantime, I'm quite happy for it to be the two of us, scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, Bucks Fizz, watching what we like, not trying to turn cartwheels making sure everyone else is being suitably catered for and then relaxing over possibly dinner later, and if the weather is nice an afternoon walk.
I consider myself lucky having read the sad post up thread, not the OP, but the one where the mother has become estranged from her only son. There are many people alone and unhappy at Christmas, quite honestly, the rampant cranking up of what is after all a religious festival gone rogue, really hits those people hard. All the bickering about who sees who is just such a load of nonsense imo.