As you get older Christmas stops being about presents and more about being present. I love nothing more than being surrounded by my friends and family and being showered with love. A Christmas card would do me fine. Also a nice Christmas roast too.
As you know, I am an amazing auntie to plenty of nieces and a nephew so I’d love to see their faces when they open their little presents.
When I was younger and my parents were together, that was when the magic of Christmas was. Me and my brother would race down the stairs to see if Santa had come, or Mum and Dad had put our black bags of presents there in the front room. We were so lucky. We knew our parents could afford what they could afford. We didn’t expect too much and we’re just grateful for what we had.
I love looking back and reminiscing about it. Do you?
WORDS OF A PINKAHOLIC 
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