Christmas is not about having tins of Quality Street and Roses stacked high in your cupboard.
Christmas is not about filling your cabinet with alcohol.
Christmas is not about emptying the supermarkets of fruit and veg.
Christmas is not about eating until you feel sick on Christmas Day and then going back for pudding half an hour later.
Christmas is not about who’s tree looks the nicest.
Christmas is not about buying the most expensive toys and gifts.
Christmas is not about sitting in front of the TV all day watching repeats of shows you’ve seen more times than you can count.
Christmas is not about spending more than you can afford.
Christmas is not about getting into debt that you’ll still be paying off well into the New Year.
Christmas is not about having the biggest pile of presents to Instagram.
Christmas is about spending time with your family and enjoying each other’s company.
Christmas is about counting our blessing and realising how lucky we are – even if we don’t get that designer handbag that we asked Santa for.
Christmas is about remembering why we celebrate Christmas.
** Whilst I understand absolutely what Christmas is not about, I *may* not always be as good as I’d like to be. In fact, I’m currently sat here nursing a poorly toe from kicking the box of Roses that fell out of the cupboard when I added a box of Quality Street to my Christmas stash and I quite possibly just threatened to withhold Christmas presents if I don’t get the handbag I’ve asked for. **
