It’s a poignant Christmas this one.
The realisation that this may be the last one where both of my children believe absolutely in Santa. The last in the house they have known all their lives so far.
The first fractured Christmas, and a bridging one between now and what will be.
They are so excited! Lists have been made, expectations are soaring, plans are underway. Shopping has begun, making is yet to come.
It feels like a blink since I took down the tree from last Christmas and put the ornaments back in their boxes, the worse for wear after being dragged around, handled, treasured and rearranged endlessly. I realised today that most of them will just have to go, and that next year the preparing may have to start earlier. We will make, find and prepare new ones and that is quite exciting to consider!
A perfect, deep, pale grey birds nest amongst the green. What a treasure! And apparently a sign that the coming year will bring health, wealth and happiness.
Thanks universe. Terribly grateful. 🙂