It’s only early December but Christmas is on my mind already. No, I don’t dream of white Christmas.
My favourite thing about Christmas is downtime, sunshine and family. Wait, you may say, but you live in England where sunshine is a rarity in the midst of summer, never mind in gloomy December.
Let me explain.
I come from a different tradition where we didn’t celebrate Christmas. Although my experience of Christmas in England has been positive, I never got into the whole ritual of buying mountains of presents and cooking the traditional Christmas meal. It might also to do with my husband’s disappointing childhood experiences of Chrismas. Also, he’s a vegetarian, so stuffed turkey is not something that appeals to him.
A couple of years ago, we found a solution. We invented our own Christmas tradition. Every year we fly out to somewhere sunny for some quality family time. One of the benefits is we avoid being bombarded by Christmas adverts. OK, we may get fewer presents, but we also give fewer too. Perhaps a Christmas tree in the sunny Canaries may not have the same magical effect as in snowy Lapland or grey England, but hey, I’ll take it any day. We get pampered with meals ready prepared for us. I switch off completely: no phone, no internet. Just family. After all, isn’t that what Christmas is about? (I know, there’s more to it, but I don’t know a better way to have a family celebration than being in a space where I can give them my undivided attention.)
Besides, there’s something magical in dipping your toes into warm sea water when the rest of Europe is wrapped up in layers.
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