Or is it christmiest?
That was the question my daughter asked as the Christmas Eve service was about to start.
It was almost a very easy question to answer. I’d been feeling smug as we’d wrapped all the presents the previous evening. That’s a record for me by at least 24 hours.
I’d been at work for the day, so while the commute was brilliant, it only registered a little on the festive scale. I then had my bike stolen! Turns out popping in for some last minute purchases wasn’t a great idea after all.
It’s amazing how glaring a space can be when it isn’t filled as expected.
Obviously, the kids weren’t too phased by the loss of my bike. And as I was searching for a way to increase my festive spirit and be philosophical about it, my dad’s words came to mind.
When I crashed the motorbike, put the tractor through the fence, or years later, a car through a different fence, he would ask whether I’d hurt the [insert relevant inanimate object here] and say they’re still making [insert relevant vehicle here]… and at least you can fix the fence.
I translated this to mean extreme relief that I hadn’t done myself a serious injury…
Applying it to the present situation, while gutting, nobody was hurt, they’re still making bikes… and I don’t have to fix a fence!
So while I can’t say I was more excited by Christmas than a six and eight year old, I could at least assure her that Scrooge wasn’t going to visit.
Where did you clock in on the festive spirit scale?
Tough Mother 
I was the exhaustiest so that everyone else could feel the chrismassiest!!!! Sorry about the bike 🤨 I always look at those things in a whimsical way e.g. maybe my bike being stolen has saved me from being hit by a car tomorrow. Who knows what other crisis was avoided 😉
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We put the tree up on the 23rd!! Tried to up the Christmassy level too late! Happy new year – hope they found the cctv footage!
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