So, it’s nearly December…

Jamsam's School Gate Diaries

So far I have done most of the present shopping, done the homemade cards for the family and sorted out the notorious ‘present cupboard’ but I haven’t given the actual celebration of Christmas any thought at all.

There are some organised parents among us who have ordered, stockpiled and generally planned everything by now and there are those parents who wait until the last giro and then go all out at the local Farm Foods Freezer Shop.

Then there are the elite. I call them the elite as they are bathed in a glowing light around this time as they announce proudly in the playground how their little angel has written to Santa, been to America for a shopping trip and how their husbands are busily looking for that perfect domestic goddess type present for them.

Now I would love to receive a wonderful expensive present now and again, but who can put a price on a box of chocolates, made only two days earlier, by two totally over excited kids and an auntie that allows all sorts of goings on with the melted goo?? I certainly can’t.

In my children’s short but productive life I have so far received the following, reasonably bad (in a health way of course!) presents:

• A china sphinx
• A pink rubber make up bag
• A pasta necklace and last but by no means least…
• The largest bar of tobelerone I have ever seen!!!!

Guess which one lasted about 3 hours??

No. Not the pasta necklace. 

Now I could easily be one of these parents and I suppose we could all easily slip into the role, but I am proud to be making hundreds of mince pies on Christmas Eve, only for them to be eaten by Boxing Day. I am glad that I can stay in my PJ’s all day and watch movies while ‘organising’ a box of Roses…Aren’t these skills that should be preserved? Join me in my Anti-Glamorous Christmas Campaign...