I have written before about my issues with Christmas. When I first met Michael I definitely arrived at a place where I hated the whole damn thing but gradually over the years he has helped to rediscover my love of this festive season mainly by encouraging me to thoroughly enjoy the bits of it I love and try to avoid or mitigate as much as possible the bits that make me stressed and anxious. The latter mainly being gift shopping and the former being all the yummy food and most of all Christmas decorations.
Christmas decorations are my absolute favourite thing about the whole shebang. There is something about their pretty glow, the sparkly and lights and they way they everything just look soft and inviting that I love. So much so that every year I request a fucking on the floor in front of the lit Christmas tree with all the other lights turned out. This year teen children have been doing what they do best, being annoying cock-blocks but as I write this they are both out at and not due to return for a good few hours yet. He is cooking dinner and then, maybe, hopefully there will be time to enjoy my Christmas decorations properly.