Normally, Kieron is dipping into the Quality Street, but he always goes for the gold toffee ones. My house must be the only one that doesn't have all the boring ones still languishing at Easter. He stays at home while I go to the cemetery to take my mum and grandparents flowers and I always look at the childrens graves and think "there but for the grace of God, go I" and I am thankful that I have 3 beautiful, healthy kids waiting for me at home.
I always cook the turkey on Christmas eve and the last few years Kieron has given the bird a name. I think it's so that he feels it then becomes part of the family or something equally random. I get asked how many pigs in blankets I'm doing, as I always have to make sure that there are plenty left for tea time. Kieron wanders in and out of the kitchen, filling up on Rocky Road and Millionaires Shortbread, pretzels and similarly healthy foodstuffs.
Christmas music is playing in the kitchen and Kieron and I dance around while I cook, full of festive cheer.
In the evening, we have 'picky' food and chill out in front of the tv. Kieron is subjected to Top of The Pops Christmas number ones while I explain how that was 'real' music and drool over Boy George, much to Kieron's derision.
This year, I'll cook a very small turkey tomorrow, we'll eat in front of the tv as it will be too painful to sit around a half empty table and I'll think "God, where is your grace now?"
All terribly painful - worse this year I think, as we are met to be coming to terms with it all. So sorry - it is all terribly unfair x
ReplyDeleteThis year is definitely harder. On the bright side, it's 2 Christmases less to fight through. xx
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