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How We’re Feeling About Christmas

Let’s play a game. It’s called: How We Are Feeling About Christmas (In One Photo).

We’ll start with Joel.

This is how Joel is feeling about Christmas.

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Let us, however, move on.

This is how Billy is feeling about Christmas:

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Actually, no, this:

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Ella is feeling about Christmas the way she feels about life in general: What crafts can I make for this occasion?

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And if there was a photo of a reindeer with flashing eyes doing high kicks, that would be me. However, flashing eyed reindeer can also be found crying into a bucket because the sentimentality of her first child finishing reindeer kindergarten paired with all the goodbyes and all the end-of-an-eras in the reindeer herd can really take a toll on her smoooshy reindeer heart.

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She’s ready to fly, this little bird. And I watch on with that strange sentimental feeling of pride and grief all rolled into one. It’s a happy sadness, a sad happiness. I’m not sure which.

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Anyway, where were we? (cheek slap, cheek slap)

Okay: CHRISTMAS.

I was going to go all minimalist this Christmas, because minimalism is a trend and I like to feel trendy. A few green wreaths, some pine garlands, twinkly lights and that’s it. Simple, classic.

Let it be known that WE ARE WHO WE ARE. We have minimalists, all simple and classy and fresh, and then we have us, the Delaneys. We are like: Hey! We’ve been ambushed by a gang of Christmas elves and they trashed the place with tinsel!

You should see our Christmas lights get-up. There’s nothing classy about it.

WE ARE THE GRISWOLDS AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY OUR TACKY BLUE SNOWFLAKES AND FLASHING REINDEERS.

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What’s important to focus on, however, is that Dalai Lama says that suffering stems from our resistance to our circumstances and not the circumstances themselves and I could get into the Four Noble Truths if you wanted but really, all I’m saying is this:

Do not resist who you are.

Hold your flashing baubles and hold them high.

Or your classy pine wreaths.

Same/same.

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Some more favourite moments stockpiled:

Hiccup, the Elf.

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I’ll be honest, I get to the end of the day exhausted, fantasizing about my bed. I get in. I curl up. I breathe out heavily. My mind gets foggy. I’m so done with the day. I start to drift of. Then like a bolt of lighting, my thoughts crystallise. I forgot the effing elf again. Grumble, grumble. Curse, curse. This is so ridiculous, I think. I lay out some elaborate elfish mishap and then text a photo to my friend with the caption: CAN YOU BELIEVE WE STAY UP LATE DOING THIS SHIT? She texts a photo back. Her elf turned their bananas into minions. I laugh. We’re so ridiculous, I think. I go back to bed. I do it all again the next day.

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My kids think our elf is absolutely the best thing on earth except for television and bread though, so for now – the late nights are worth it.

Christmas memory.

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We play it every day. Everrrrryyy day. Ella still beats us. Billy still lifts up the same two cards every time. In December, we become That Game Family, and I do love the way it brings us all together. Watch out for Ella in Uno, too. She’s a shark.

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Class gifts.

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We had such a fun, slow, crafty family day earlier this week, making Christmas cards and gifts for Ella and Billy’s class teachers and friends.

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Christmas stories.

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We’re getting quite a big collection now and I love having them on our bedside tables to read to the kids whenever there’s a down moment.

Twinklifying everything.

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One of my favourite things about December.

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Christmas jammies.

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We’re saving this year’s Christmas jammies for our North Pole party next week, but the kids found these pjs from last year in the cupboard and when they asked if they could wear them I was reassured that they are definitely my children.

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Christmas carols with friends. 

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This photo of Billy flinging himself around in the background cracks me up.

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My children to a tee.

Billy’s Christmas concert.

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That face.

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Our reindeers.

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The kids feed them carrots every night. “Just TEND, Mummy, just TEND,” Billy tells me.

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Down time. 

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It’s been such a full past few months that we’ve rarely had any time to stop and rest and soak in. Although our house is still half finished, we’ve decided to just rest this month, to enjoy each other, to spend time celebrating, and it feels so good.

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In December, we don’t have snow, or dreamy little cabins in the woods. We don’t have streets and streets full of elaborate lights. We don’t have fireplaces and scarves and frosted window panes, but we do have the most important thing – the thing that lies within the dreamy cabins with the frosted windows…..love. Family. Finding good. Creating good. Celebrating good.

That, I can work with.

And since I’m listening to an album full of Christmas hymns right now and my heart is taking all sorts of end-of-year nose-dives, I will end with this:

While there are so many identities outside of motherhood that make life for a woman wonderful, I will, until my last dying breath, take motherhood to my grave as my greatest gift.

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Enjoy your weekend, friends. May all be calm and bright.

With just the right amount of naughty.

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