Go on. Admit it. You’re singing along now aren’t you?
So there we have it, in the blink of an eye, Christmas is over. It took me less than two hours last night to remove every trace of the festivities from my house. It occurred to me as I wrestled with a very prickly tree, that the only thing more depressing than putting up a Christmas tree alone, is taking it down alone.
It wasn’t a bad Christmas. Friends very tentatively ask me “Did you have a nice Christmas” and I can see they think I’m going to say it was awful. It really wasn’t. I didn’t spend every day depressed and sobbing into my Christmas pudding. To be honest, I just felt bemused.
I was surrounded by beautiful decorations, eating lovely Christmas food, opening presents, and yet it didn’t feel like it was Christmas at all! It could have been the middle of August. It just didn’t seem to make sense.
I was determined to enjoy myself though, and made sure that the girls had a great time. But by the end of last week, I think we were all Christmas-ed out and ready to get back to normal.
I started back at work yesterday. I would have liked a few more days to rest and recuperate, but I suppose it is quite nice to be busy and have a routine again. There’s so much to do and so many balls to juggle that I certainly don’t have time to mope around. Moogle’s dancing and acting lessons start up again this week, so we really are right back in the thick of it.
Before I say goodbye to 2015 entirely, I want to write a quick couple of posts looking back at the highlights – both personally and in the blog.
I’ll hopefully get round to those in the next couple of days and then we can put a lid on last year and look forward to what 2016 has to bring. There are bound to be more adventures to be found….
