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With my October birthday, Halloween and Guy Fawkes’ night all duly celebrated, it’s finally time to look forward to Christmas. I have made it my tradition to wait until December 1st before I allow myself to begin seasonal preparations. This is no doubt why, each year, I am consumed by a panic of online ordering and lost in a clutter of wrapping, bows and gift cards whilst clambering on various furniture pinning mistletoe and balancing angels.
But, Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without our traditions to uphold and too little time to organise them all would it? And talking to my husband made me realise that the magical thing about everyone’s festivities is that we all celebrate with slightly different quirks. Those unique customs that merge and evolve with every marriage created and each new family formed.
Merry Christmas! Our REAL tree.
Here’s my top ten from growing up in the Benfield household – which I hope will have an influence on many a Byrne Christmas to come. Some you will no doubt share, some you probably won’t! But that’s what makes them special:
Autumn is my favourite season. It is the beautiful season. It is the season blessed with the most indulgent of colour schemes. However, it is also fated as the season before the ‘jolly’ one and our anticipation for snow, sleighs and snuggling by the fire in motif Christmas jumpers and big woolly socks more often than not succeeds in upstaging the months that precede it.
The writer George Eliot had the right idea when she declared autumn ‘delicious’ and said ‘my very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.’ Boy, they knew how to express themselves in the nineteenth century, didn’t they?
What has brought on this sudden seasonal sales pitch, I hear you ask? No, I have not been visited by Vertumnus (he’s the Roman God of seasons in case you hadn’t googled mythology recently). Rather, I’ve been plagued by many a social media comment ushering in Santa long before – in my opinion – his scripted entry. One of my friends thought it necessary to mark the 100-day countdown and another to post their first purchase of mince pies (you know exactly who you are!). The latter not a difficult feat of course, when there are already several festive aisles creeping into most of our supermarkets/garden centres/department stores…