The 2012 Advent Calender: For the 25 days of Christmas, I will be blogging each day about a miscellaneous thing I love. Not necessarily a big thing, not necessarily a small thing and not in any order.
The final day of my advent calendar on this blog, and I hope everyone’s ready for Christmas tomorrow. My final post is going to be short, and simple, and then I’ll leave you all to the festivities.
Every year at Christmas, my Dad would always present my mum with a huge haul of presents. Every year it seemed genuinely unexpected too, and–whether it was true or not–I’ve always interpreted this as his way of showing love to her, at the end of the year, when he might not have been as expressive all year round as perhaps he should have been. Somewhere along the way, I’ve inherited this habit.
I met John five years ago, in a club in Nottingham. I was visiting the city to go to a gig, and we’d gone to stay for the weekend. I remember staring too hard and long all night, but in the end we spent the entire weekend together. I had had no sleep, and neither had he–only he had to attend a work shift, and I did not. We were together from pretty much that weekend onwards, and I fell completely in love. The following university year he lived in Belgium, and I travelled back and forth to visit him, and we survived a year in separate countries. The year after, we moved in together, and we were happy. I have never before been so completely sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone.
But life never runs easy, and the last year and half has been a very, very rough one. Writing this, I don’t know what the year ahead brings for me, him, or us, but I still know I love him. And, like my father may have felt, I also think that I don’t express that enough, which is why in November I spent a day on the floor of my flat, wrapping 24 presents, 24 blocks of chocolate and 24 numbered tealights, so that for every day of advent there would be a reminder, and a way to start the day with a smile.
Happy Christmas everyone.