Storytelling sunday-The story of the backwards christmas

It's funny isn't it as you grow older? Christmas sparkle is tinged slightly with more stress. Presents need to be bought, money to do so is not forth coming and finding the elusive gift for your Dad gets harder as the years go on.

I am totally and irrevocably in love with christmas. I am going to put that out there. My christmas music gets played on the first of December and I still have an advent calendar. But.. as the years have rolled on and the idea of santa moves further away, I am seeing christmas from a more grown up perspective...

That was until this year. This year when suddenly I was thrown back into a world of children, of uncontained christmas excitement. When suddenly Father Christmas was real and very much alive, when the putting up of a tree made the little ones squeal and when each little face every morning pressed his or her nose to the window in the hope of snow.

That my friends is christmas as it is meant to be. I always get excited at this time of year but this year it is different. I am full of expectation, of joy. I am loving seeing christmas again through a childs eyes. I am loving talking to each of them about their christmas traditions.

 I feel I have gone back in time. I am a grown woman living a childs christmas and that is the best thing ever. For when else do you get to cut out paper snowflakes, turn "let it snow" up on the speakers and dance around with a group of nine year olds.  

Yes, this is a backward christmas but one I am heartily enjoying.

I want to finish with a story about a little girl I know that really made me chuckle.

A small girl aged nine decided that this year she was going to prove that Father Christmas was real. She therefore set a cunning trap on christmas eve night. Sneaking downstairs she grabbed a bag of flour and brought it up to her bedroom whereupon she shook it gently over the floor. The effect was lovely- rather like fake snow. Smiling happily she turned off her light and fell asleep.

The small girl was incredibly excited next morning to find large footprints in the flour. Santa was real then!

Mum and Dad however were less happy that the small girl had not told them of her plans and now had a mass of flour to clean up on christmas day.

True story.

Finally huge huge thanks go to Sian. Storytelling Sunday has been such a joy to be part of . I have loved having an outlet to write, loved connecting with new people and have loved hearing many beautifully told tales. Thank you.

P.S I would love it would you would take a look at the post below and help me document our christmas traditions!