I am a self confessed lover of all things Christmas. To me,
it really is the most wonderful time of the year. I am a true believer in the
fact that days in December are sacred and should be as special as they can and
that, as far as possible, the mundane boring bits we have to do in life should
be absconded to other months.
This year, I face a new Christmas experience, Boo’s first
Christmas. Now, given the fact that Christmas usually begins in our house with
festive film viewing in October, you would think that I had been planning,
arranging and organising the most wonderfully special and magnificent Christmas
full of personalised wonderments for a good few weeks now…. But in actual fact
that isn’t the case. Why? If I’m honest, I think I am slightly overwhelmed.
There is so much pressure on new parents to do everything
they possibly can to make the first Christmas perfect, special and the most
memorable occasion you have ever had together. Have you got everything ready?
There is a plethora of what some may consider ‘must have items’ for baby’s
first Christmas, and parents can end up spending a huge amount because of the pressure
and competition of making their child’s first Christmas ‘the best’.
There are the personalised Christmas decorations such as baubles,
present sacks, stockings, snow globes and letters to Father Christmas. The ‘special’ items for the Grandparents and
relatives like the hand or footprint that you know they will be thinking ‘where
on earth are we going to put that?’ and the posed family Christmas cards that
are 10 times the cost of normal ones.
Then there are the clothes; a Christmas bib…ruined at breakfast,
Christmas pyjamas that they will still be wearing in March, Christmas jumpers
and those ‘special’ Christmas outfits…covered in food and poo by
lunchtime. Lastly there are the presents
like the personalised Christmas storybook that are 10 times more expensive than
regular storybooks (Tip: call your daughter Matilda and buy her the Roald Dahl
classic for £3.99)
At the end of the day, you know in your heart of hearts that
whatever you choose they are most likely going to enjoy playing with the
following on Christmas Day:
- The old favourite with the under-ones - wrapping paper
- The empty Christmas stocking with the unwanted orange still lodged in the bottom which they are slowly squeezing all of the juice out of
- The chocolate coins that they have managed to get their mitts on despite Daddy thinking he has put them ‘out of reach’ that they are now busy munching away…with the foil still on
- The empty cardboard box Granddad has discarded once he has devoured all the ‘Just Brazils’ in one sitting, before lunch, much to Grandma’s dismay
- The scraps of ribbon that Mummy is discreetly trying to squirrel away to reuse next year
Basically anything that you didn’t actually buy them!
But then there is that persistent thought… am I going to be
an awful parent if I don’t? Then the first
purchase happens… then it snowballs. Before
you know it you are re-mortgaging the house just to feel like you are keeping
up with all this baby’s first Christmas madness. And it’s everywhere; in shops,
magazines, adverts as you mindlessly scroll through Facebook (Not on the High
Street has A LOT to answer for…) and in other people’s posts on social media
sites. As much as you try and tell
yourself that you really don’t need it you will, inevitably, end up with a
considerable amount of first Christmas paraphernalia.
Those nagging thoughts that keep spinning round your head
because you simply can’t get past how adorable your child will look in that
Christmas pudding hat, and how people will like the very individual and perfectly
crafted Christmas decoration hanging on your tree, that naturally no one else
will have…but actually everyone will
We all give in. I have. I am guilty of many ‘Baby’s First Christmas’
purchases that I convinced myself in October we simply didn’t need. I blame the
sleep deprivation, it has made me weak, but…. It’s going to be one hell of an
awesome Christmas!
Happy First Christmas to all you amazing parents, and
adorable little elves.
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