I'm always an early Christmas fan, and I always have been - I might have even listened to Christmas songs in October - but I'm a firm believer of feeling as Christmassy as you like, when you like.
For us, that's around about now!
I'm really ready for Christmas this year. Not just that one day, or the presents, or anything like that, but time mostly. Time with my family. I haven't spoken much about our plans yet, because this is, despite my excitement and anticipation, going to be the hardest Christmas I have ever had. Because come midday on Christmas Day, I'm saying goodbye to my son until midday on the day after Boxing Day.
It might only be two days, but for me that's a very long time, when I can't quite imagine a Christmas without my son. I remember every single one of his Christmases. And it's going to be the first time I won't get to remember part of one. But I think being a mother is so much more than my needs and my wants. When you love someone, especially at Christmas, you do what's best for them. Bill has two families that he belongs to, and he should be part of both. And I'm sure two sets of presents will never be a bad thing when you are three.
So, for me, Christmas this year has to be about more than one day. It has to be about the whole month. This time of year is one to be thankful. Of course we're all thankful, all year round, but as 2015 draws to a close, I want to soak up every festivity and every moment with my family. I don't know how I'm going to feel when I wave him off on Christmas Day. I don't know what I'm going to think. But I am going to do my best to make that day a happy one. Because anything I do I know I'm doing it in love, and to love someone that much makes me a very lucky person indeed.
Recent events have made me even more aware of how short life is, and how we really don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. This last year has been one of progress for us as a family, and I've realised, during that time, that I want to hold on to the good people in my life and tolerate, or completely avoid in all honesty, the bad ones. I want to find good moments in every day. And stop getting frustrated when things go wrong. The older I get, and the more Christmases I have, the more I realise that life is too short to waste.
"Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."What started as a simple post about decorations and Christmas trees, seems to have turned into something reflective. I wasn't intending that to happen. But nothing ever is predictable is it?
Our house has transformed a little in one day, and the twinkling lights, the painted faces of figurines, and the glimmer of tinsel are just a reminder to see the beauty in every day. And drink far too much hot chocolate in Christmas mugs, while watching films about love, traditions and merriment - films I feel that I have seen a thousand times before, but never get old.
So this is our home. And the spirit of Christmas. At least for me.