“It’s so easy to moan about the holidays, and believe me, I will happily do so given half a chance (I’m hosting this year, and I’m already several shades of unhinged), but here’s the truth of it: I love Christmas with my tornado daughters,” says Kayleigh Dray, Stylist contributor and mother to a four-year-old and a one-year-old.
“Call it luck or a deeply unfortunate childcare situation, but I’m about to be with them 24/7 until 5 January. And now that I’ve juggled all my deadlines accordingly, I’m really looking forward to switching off from the grind and just pottering about, doing whatever mad things they feel like doing. Based on their current mood, that’s pretending to be the running lizards from Planet Earth II while I’m the racer snake chasing them. The heart wants what the heart wants.
“It’s exhausting, both physically and emotionally (nobody cuts me to the quick like the four-year-old when she’s asking me if I went to school with Santa), but it’s also the ultimate brain break. So much roleplay, so much thinking on my feet, so much ‘Yes, but…’ It reignites my creative spark. It’s convinced me I could give up my day job, become an improv comedian and fulfil my life goal of appearing on Taskmaster. At the very least, it gives me a reason to drink a daily hot chocolate.
“Christmas can be tricky at the best of times: we all have papercuts from wrapping mishaps, emotional baggage, people we’re missing terribly and that one person we’d rather avoid but know we’ll end up chit-chatting politely with over gravy-soaked potatoes. Still, it’s the most wonderful time of the year for a reason, and it’s especially magical if we let go of perfection and allow ourselves the chance to feel the small, quiet joys: the laughter, the wonder and the occasional pang of nostalgia.
“I’ve let them decorate the tree themselves, for better or worse (it’s the latter; it looks like Tim Burton popped round to do it). We’ve stopped to admire every Christmas light display, however small and seemingly insignificant. I can’t wait to stand in the cold with them both and watch Santa drive down our road or introduce them to the local outdoor carol concert. And I’m genuinely hyped for Maddie Moate’s Very Curious Christmas, after patiently queueing for tickets online like it was Glastonbury itself.
“Best of all, I get to relive my favourite childhood traditions: writing the letter to Santa, snuggling down to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol, the whipped cream Santa beard competition (don’t ask) and the family walk after Christmas dinner. Exhausting? Yes. But completely, joyfully worth it – even if I have to watch Stranger Things under the cover of darkness and am inevitably felled by at least three viruses before the new year. Wish me luck.”