Last weekend as I clutched my A4 sized list of Christmas jobs and giant bags of shopping, I bumped into a friend at the mall. She also had multiple bags, a to-do list and a look of desperation on her face.
We exchanged small talk about the lengthy lists and the need for caffeine and joked that we couldn’t wait for the whole thing to be over so we could go back to usual levels of parenting and work chaos, not Christmas chaos.
We were only partially joking – it’s a tough gig being Santa as well as mum every year and just because it’s Christmas, it doesn’t mean we can simply stop working or unloading the dishwasher or doing bedtime (sadly).
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While I quite relish wrapping a few presents while nursing a glass of rosé watching Love Actually on Christmas Eve, I would also happily forget the whole thing in favour of a tropical island escape.
The thought of being on a resort with a swim-up bar on Christmas Day where someone serves us dinner and drinks without a side of peeling prawns and hours spent washing up, sounds pretty great.
Looking back on my own childhood, I remember being mystified when my poor mum, likely fresh from about three hours of sleep, would take a moment to have a quiet cry behind a tissue as we unwrapped a mountain of her lovingly sourced 'Santa' presents.
I would register her emotion but then selfishly go back to my childlike joy of examining new toys and eating fistfuls of chocolate for breakfast.
I never understood why, until many years later after having kids of my own, I hid in the bathroom on Christmas Day and took a few moments to cry it out.
My magical memories of ripping open present after present while enjoying the colourful twinkling lights of our tree and a house full of happy well-fed relatives? Well, that magic mostly came down to the hard work and planning of one person – my mum.
Yes, my dad would have helped with the turkey and the collection of the tree, but really it was mum who did the planning, the shopping, the wrapping and created the undefinable magic of Christmas.
Fast forward to 2020 and Christmas for me now looks like the writing of a million lists that includes; presents for teachers and day care educators, buying stocking fillers, writing and posting cards, tree decoration and never-ending present wrapping.
Thankfully, my husband Jules is all about the food planning, but that doesn’t mean that come Christmas morning I am not incredibly tired and also worried.