This is my third Christmas in Brisbane and I have to admit to struggling with it and along with that I have been wrestling some vicious homesickness. It's all very well signing up for the big travel adventure but it comes with some serious pot-holes along the way and Christmas in Australia is one of them for me.
The problem is I have two kids and I'd rather pull Santa's sleigh aound the world by myself than do anything to spoil their Christmas, so going around like an old misery guts is not an option. Still I have to admit to having being a little down and distracted and I had no idea how I was going to shake this particular funk off. And then I received a beautiful Christmas present from my daughter.
This is the hand-made wrapping paper it came in:
|The Wrapping Paper - Made By Her Own Fair Hands|
And this is the gift:
|My Very Own Snowflake|
The love and devotion with which she put it all together just blew me away and I realised that Christmas is less about location and more about the place you are within yourself. I'd much rather be in the West of Ireland right now but I'm not, I'm in Brisbane and I intend to be fully present for the festivities - anything less would be letting my little girl and her brother down so I'm going to try and have the best Christmas I can and I hope you do too.
Happy Christmas - The Mad Mammy.