Somehow, and I am not sure how, Christmas is only a week away.
It seems a gobsmacking thing, almost preposterous, but even now as I sit, staring at my diary, the proof is in the Christmas Pudding and the day we all love to love, is next Sunday.
You’ve probably read this post, when Christmas was a month away, about how much I love the festive season and tend to indulge myself in it thoroughly. Yet somehow, and I am not sure exactly how I seem to have been distracted and all of a sudden Christmas is upon all of us, not just myself.
See, this is an incredibly strange situation for me in the fact that I am finding myself incredibly underprepared – no gifts have been bought, no decorations have been hung, no cards have been posted, and no preparations have been made other than my menu plan and a few Christmas sweater purchases.
It finally hit me last night, and trust me when I say there was a rush to purchase a set of bright red charger plates with matching napkin rings and coasters, a hurried checkout at Tesco to ensure a delivery spot in the days leading up to Christmas, and a small breakdown upon realises how behind I am in my preparations.
Now, this may not seem to strange to some, but you see, I am organised.
I am that person who typically has completed their Christmas shopping, cards and crafts all by the end of November. I am the embodiment of the Christmas Spirit of Organisation and Coordination. I am the Christmas fairy everyone can rely on to have covered every branch with tinsel, every event booked, and every single invitation covered in Christmas confetti.
But this year? I can’t help but be incredibly disappointed in myself. I have been stressed to the point that the one time of year I love the most has pretty much passed me by unnoticed. I’ve bought no decorations, I have no tree, no presents have been wrapped. It’s a week until Christmas and I haven’t even bought my table dressings (with the exclusion of the charger plate set, obviously).
I can’t help but feel sad about the fact that I haven’t had the chance to enjoy my favourite of the year, but on the flip side, Christmas isn’t just about decorations and presents and table decorations. Although I am disappointed and stressed in regards to my lack of organisation skills this year, that’s not what Christmas is about.
Christmas is about love.
Will there be Turkey on the table on Christmas?
I can’t guarantee it.
Will I be surrounded by family and friends on Christmas?
I have never been more sure in my life.
And at the end of the day, when hastily bought presents are unwrapped, and a last minute meal has been eaten, our family and friends will still be there, and you know what? That’s enough for me.