Like with most other people, this Mariah Carey song never fails to get me in the Christmas spirit each year. I find that these particular lyrics speak to me:
"I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is...
It’s not so much that “I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree” – it’s just that Christmas is so much more than that. It isn’t all about the presents. The one thing I truly want each year cannot be bought. And it certainly cannot be wrapped in shiny paper and topped off with a big bow. I just want my friends and family to all be happy and healthy.
But this aside, presents at Christmas are a nice idea. It is lovely to be considered by friends and family, you know? You feel special. You feel loved.
It doesn’t matter whether they’ve spent a fiver on you or more – they have parted with their money because of YOU.
And price is not representative of how brilliant the gift is either. The best gifts are those that have been tailored to YOU and you only. This shows real thought. That the person in question knows the ‘real’ you and had you in mine when buying the gift.
I was a very lucky girl this year. I am not going to bore you with a tediously long list of each and every thing I received (this post has too much text as it is!!). Instead I have a few select images of gifts to share with you:
Lots of socks! LOVE knitted socks with a passion!
I spy wine and a Galaxy bubbles bar also...
Ted Baker brushes set, nail foils + James Brown goodies
I think everyone knows that I love painting my nails! :)
Books glorious books! + this lovely notebook
The "how to be the perfect housewife" book made me laugh!
Love playing Guitar Hero. Love Twilight. Love Chanel.
And finally, I’ll end on a little story of something that happened over Christmas. Our household has not one, but four cats. One of our feline friends is more of a pig than a cat. He eats day and night and now he is practically triangular – tiny head, massive body. He steals food off of our plates. He chews through sealed packets of food. Over Christmas he hit a new time low. We had a HUGE tray of Danish pastries which were covered with cling film. The next morning we find the cling film CHEWED through and him standing over it looking very pleased with himself! So we surrendered that cake to him:
An unusual sight, yes?
Hope you all had a lovely Christmas!