Dear Father Christmas
I don't wish for alot this year (perhaps a pair of sneakers that don't have holes in the soles that make my socks all soggy every time it rains.). Because this year Christmas feels different for me. Olive's birthday is three days before and there is a cake to bake, party hats to order, a handful of gifts to wrap and family to gather. This year priorities have changed. Money kindly gifted from loved ones will be spent wisely on a Christmas tree or a box of fancy biscuits and a turkey crown. Presents will most likely be scattered under the tree addressed to Olive whilst Sebastian and I have the most perfect gift of the little lady herself ... and the pleasure of seeing her unwrapping boxes and being in awe of every shiny ribbon and twinkly light in sight. We will have the enjoyment of our first (proper!) Christmas as a family and having that festive cheer and delicious biscuits with hot cocoa will be more enjoyable than having 'things'.
If I were to ask for something for myself however, it would be a big (or small, I'm not ungrateful!) box of Twinings 'Everyday' tea (It's the good stuff, but also costs too much to put on our regular shopping list these days), some rose Turkish Delight, a white Toblerone and some time for myself. I don't get too much time for myself lately. In fact I never do. I always silently think how lucky my Mama friends that do are. I spend my evenings at the sewing machine or catching up with Sebastian or just falling into a slumber from exhaustion (these are on the nights where Olive is playing ball and actually sleeps!). So to have a little quality alone time with myself would be a dream. I would have a lovely quiet bubble bath and paint my nails (I think I've managed that twice in 11 months!!). I would get my hair trimmed (again twice in 11 months!). I would buy myself a hot cup of something and sit on my own in a coffee shop. I would put my phone down and read a few pages of a book (an actual book!). I would write or nap or just sit. I would use the time very wisely.
Oh and maybe a sprinkling of snow - perhaps a little too much to ask?
I don't wish for much and if I don't get any of the above then I'd still be extremely happy either way. Life is crazy busy lately and I am loving it more than ever. Being a mama and a wife is everything and more. I hope that next year I can be more organised with dinners and housework and creative projects. I hope that I can leave my job and sew and play with Olive full time. I hope I can read more and be more in the moment. I hope I bake more. I hope I eat healthier and be healthier. I hope I start yoga again. I hope to be and do better.
Anyway, I shall leave a mince pie and a little whisky for you by the fire place if you should visit. And some chocolate coins for the elves.
Festive wishes and a sprinkling of sparkle,