I used to love Christmas Eve as a child. I would put clean sheets on my bed (the pretty ones with tiny orange rose sprigs on them), have a bath and get into clean pyjamas, watch the Christmas movie on television, have a Christmas story and then spend the night tossing and turning because it was too exciting to sleep. I would give up at about 5am and sit on the couch staring at the presents under the tree with my brother and sister until our poor parents finally joined us at some still ungodly hour. One year in a bid to get a bit of a sleep-in on Christmas Day our parents (poor deluded darlings) put all of our presents in pillow cases at the end of our beds but we kept going in to show them the presents we had gotten.
This year I have my own very enthusiastic not quite four year old and chubby cheeked cherub of just past one to start our own traditions with (I know Lucy has already had a couple of Christmases but I’m only just getting organised enough for the Christmas trimmings – so to speak). These may not turn in to traditions as such but this Christmas Eve the Christmas stories will be A Kiwi night before Christmas and the Christmas caravan - not just in a bid to support our local talent but to hammer home the lack of snow at Christmas.
And the music on the drive down to Hawea? A mix of Abba, Neil Diamond, John Denver and The absolute best Christmas album in the world - ever (that is the actual title but still quite good even if you don’t like Christmas music).
So what is on your Chrismas Eve agenda? Have a Merry Christmas and if it doesn’t go to plan, just think how glad you are that you don’t have to listen to our music selection on a five hour car trip.


















