It's nice to hear you love Christmas, ktmoomoo. I realise quite a few people are a bit keen on it.
Christmas was difficult for me, when I was a teenager. And attempts to convince myself that I really was having a ball - more booze, more everything! - during my twenties weren't altogether successful. (But they were quite spectacular!). In my thirties, as a mother to small children, I tried very hard, but still dreaded the whole thing.
Even up to last year, it was my dream to one year avoid Christmas entirely - just take off to some wild place, and climb a mountain, or something (preferably in a country where they said 'Christmas? Oh yes, we forgot!).
But now at the ripe old age of 46, the penny has finally dropped. I'm actually looking forward to trying to make it nice for my family, and am even pleased that the in-laws haven't been scared off by my previous culinary efforts.
I'll try not to turn into Scrooge - for a change.
