I like this title...."The Holidays"!
Am I right in thinking this is a bit 'our friends' over the pond? An Americanism?
I don't remember it being titled as such when I was growing up. But along with "Trick or Treating" and peanut butter, it seems to have seeped into our day-to-day lives
*(though to be fair I know a fair few folk who still view peanut butter with a suspicious, sideways glance)*
So "The Holidays" are nearly upon us. Mr B is performing Herculean efforts at work to try and bring the To Do List to a manageable (survivable) temporary end...more a pause, really.
I am running down and through and sometimes plain past the never ending bakes, costumes, trips, class parties, non uniforms, celebratory dinners, assemblies and over for teas, having for teas, mulled wines and mince pie-ings, pantos and bring and buys, craft fairs and....
But, I say with hopeful exhaustion, the end is nigh.
We will push open the door, for that final time and stand for a blissful moment in our hall. We will shed our hats, gloves, boots, coats, duties, stresses and 'Lists'. We will breath in, breath out and sigh. We will close that door and hear the wreath thud gently. We will call out "I'm home".
Home with the folk we love the most. Home with ourselves, as ourselves.
My sofa will be my lounger, my bath the pool and the tin of Quality Street my exotic food!
We are planning to have a Holiday, this "Holidays". We will read, build Lego, spend evenings with lovely folk, with a glass of cheer, we will sleep a little later, move a little slower. For there is time.