When he was six, my son devised an unimprovable experiment to find out whether Father Christmas existed. Some time in the weeks before Christmas he wrote a letter to Santa and hid it in our chimney. Critically, he did this without telling anyone, so I only became aware of its existence ten years later when I tore out the fireplace. He had asked for:
I love a list but mine tend to be reflective rather than aspirational - a list of what has already happened. How many concerts this year? How many cities/ countries visited etc. I think it’s a better way to live personally and equally relevant at Christmas
I’m still traumatized by fatally breaking a toy lawnmower within a second of unwrapping it on Christmas Day. But I was very young - 23, possibly 24.
I love a list but mine tend to be reflective rather than aspirational - a list of what has already happened. How many concerts this year? How many cities/ countries visited etc. I think it’s a better way to live personally and equally relevant at Christmas
it's definitely 'tis the season to deck the halls with boughs of lists! this was lovely, thank you :)
Just now reading this because I was too buried under lists just like the ones you cited to catch up on my newsletters. Ha!