What Christmas Means To Me & My Christmas Traditions

What does Christmas mean to me? Short answer - everything.

I don't believe in much, but I do believe in the power of Christmas magic. I'm not talking about a fat man in a red suit somehow fitting through a chimney. I'm talking about the happiness the season brings; the laughter, the love, the hope. That's magic to me. Christmas has always been the one time a year where I've felt true joy. It's the one time of year where, although I have my worries, Christmas still comfortably overshadows them. As you know, this year has been incredibly tough for me. I feel like I've had health problems coming at me left right and center the past few months, and Christmas is clearly no exception. With current issues and fresh issues, I know that Christmas will still be filled with joy. Christmas to me is a happy bubble that nothing can burst.

My happy bubble consists of many traditions that I love. I'm the type of person that hates to change or cancel traditions, no matter how small, so I try to hold on to as many of them as I can. I don't live with my Mum, but I always spend Christmas Eve there. I spend a good hour subtly (and not so subtly) hinting for her to give me my annual Christmas Eve present, which if you don't already know, is pyjamas! We all get comfy and watch some kind of live entertainment show. Then we reach the part of the night that my mum hates - the milk, cookies and carrots. Yep, I still leave them out before bed. I told you, I don't like changing traditions. Being the big kid that I am, I have to stay up until midnight, and even then it takes me hours to fall asleep because of the intense excitement inside me.

It hits 6.30am and I shout IT'S CHRISTMAS at the top of my lungs, right outside my Mum and Kev's bedroom. I've never received the warmest of receptions to that but hey ho, it's Christmas right? After my traditional wake up call, you'll find me sitting, legs crossed, beside the Christmas tree waiting for my mum and Kev to hurry up and sit their asses down so we can finally open our gifts. After our traditional Christmas morning bacon buttie, we walk round to my Nan's. Is it just me, or is the atmosphere when walking on Christmas morning, way different to any other day?

After opening our second round of presents, we reach my Grandad's favourite part of the day - the pub. Each year I decide whether to join them based on my outfit; I mean some years I just look to damn good not to show it off, you know what I mean? Well, then we hit my favourite part of the day - dinner. Is there really anything better than Christmas dinner? I'm the "are you finished with that?" person at the table, I welcome all leftovers. We spend the rest of the night having fun as a family. We play games every year, and the last two years I was robbed of first place in pin the nose on the reindeer - this year however, I will win!

I'm still waiting for a Boxing Day tradition to complete my 3 days of happiness; maybe this year will be the year.

What does Christmas mean to you?

20 Sleeps to go!

Love, Han


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