a few at the most… 

As I have grown older my Christmas has become more of a feeling , certain smells that trigger nostalgic thoughts  ; a mix  of memories that make me both laugh and cry. It can be as sad as it is happy . I have  felt loved & happiness . I have felt a deep sadness & an emptiness . 

Let me tell  you what my Christmas’s never were – they were never predictable, beige or beautifully curated. You can try but I don’t believe you can curate love, you can’t curate a moment, a feeling and isn’t that the  essence of Christmas ? 

Love comes in all shapes & sizes not just the aesthetically pleasing type. Your Instagram feed is curated … real life isn’t. 

Real life is often a little messy around the edges, unpredictable. It is bickering over the turkey. Burnt roasties. Indulging in one too many glasses of fizz. Chocolate for breakfast. Sprout farts , crappy cracker jokes , Baileys coffees and flooded kitchens. 

Please don’t forget that as you start scrolling. 

Perfect is totally over rated . Smoke and mirrors. Your idea of ‘the perfect Christmas ‘ is not the same as mine . 

It’s yours to embrace, or not , in all its messy, imperfect ways ❤️ 

However you do yours, enjoy.

Tracey x