Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Christmas Confessions


Before I confess,  let me wish you all a happy and healthy 2018.

OK the confession. I took the tree down early this year, on the 28th.   I have to say it’s rare that it would still be in place come the 12th night,  and as I’m not superstitious about such things, I’ve no qualms about packing the baubles away.

Some years I just feel the need to make everything ‘calm’ again. I suspect  lot of this glitter Grinch, would have to do with working in retail,  as for many years, I was surrounded by as much glitz glitter and poinsettias as could be squeezed into the shop, and had been for weeks before the 25th of December arrived. I just used to want to come home to a clean clutter free zone and relax.  Those years are long since gone, but the habit remains. 

It’s been a different kind of Christmas this year, quieter than most, Tom has gone travelling in New Zealand, he left at the beginning of December and Joe returned to Uni to party in the New Year with his friends, we didn’t even manage to get down to Oxford for a family gathering as our travel plans were thwarted by a fall of snow.

Now that reads as a rather dour kind of Christmas, it wasn’t at all,  we had good times with neighbours and friends, we were even to be found in the village pub on Christmas eve for a very convivial couple of hours (it must be 30 years since I was last found in a pub on Christmas eve!)

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So whilst the baubles and my very precious lights are packed away, as usual, I have left some lights in place, a colourful welcoming string in the kitchen window, and an globe of lights in a  vintage carboy, shine on, longer days will come.



Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

5 thoughts on “Christmas Confessions

  1. I love this, especially the tale of being in a pub on Christmas Eve. In fact, you’re reminded me of a favorite Christmas tale, so now you have to hear it.

    I was in Salisbury for Christmas many years ago, staying at an inn there. The couple in charge of the establishment were jolly sorts, and lots of fun. On Christmas Eve, we all went to bed, only to be awakened by a raucous pounding on the door in the middle of the night. It was our innkeepers. They’d been at the pub, and wandered home finally, only to discover someone had locked the door, and they didn’t have a way in. So, we all trundled downstairs, let them in, had a round of drinks, and went back to bed.

    I still recall that as one of my favorite Christmas Eves. The next morning, we discovered that Santa had managed to find his own way in, and he left us oranges and peppermint sticks at our doors. Santa doesn’t need a key!

  2. Dangerous stuff, putting the tree away early. I suggested it to Mrs T as I thought that ours might need to back in the garden but she is hanging on.

    • We grow our own trees, but this year they all seemed to big, sparse, leggy or lopsided. Maybe that is why I didn’t bond with our tree this year. It would neither go up, or come down again without my initiative. I am tree monitor.

  3. Thanks, and to you too. It looks and sounds like my kind of Christmas. xx

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