The festive express

Festive drinks

‘Tis the season.

All aboard people.

The year is skidding sideways to a spectacular close, through a staggering line up of end of year concerts and presentation days, school fundraisers and festive drinks (and thank you drinks and goodbye drinks and what-the-hell-we-made-it-to-midday-Wednesday drinks). I’m not so much leading the charge really as flailing along behind it, one foot caught in the stirrup and my skirt up over my head.

Not quite the dignified finish to 2015 I had planned.

How is it even December already? Forget the joyful festive baking, hand-drawn cards and heart-warming carols in the park – this year feels like we’re just gunning for the finish line any way we can, jettisoning all extraneous merry-things-to-do in the desperate hope that we will somehow pull it all together for that first squeal of excitement from the kids on Christmas Day.

Look, the tree is up – albeit listing a tad perilously to one side and with a notable lack of decorations on the lower branches (the two-year-old may not think we’ve noticed her snatch-and-grab stealth missions but the baubles found floating in the toilet bowl and posted under cushions for the unwary sitter tells us everything we need to know). The Christmas lights are even on. In a drunken spasmodic flashing kind of way, which says it all really.

But let’s face it, they’re the big ticket items as far as the kids are concerned, stick some tinsel and fairy lights on a tree and they’re over the moon, job well done. It’s only us grown-ups with the soaring expectations that get hung up on the details, like whether or not to give wine to the teachers (always yes) or if it matters that this year’s gingerbread men come in packs of ten  (hell no).

And besides, this mad sprint for the finish line holds another sparkling silver lining. It’s bringing us ever closer to the sunny raft of holidays that follow, the bliss of an empty calendar and the promise of the first two weeks of the new year spent camping with the kids, just twenty feet from Tallows Beach in Byron Bay. I will happily race the clock towards that.

So thank you to all you gorgeous ones for your support of my humble blog this year, the awesome community of sassy creative women that I have so loved connecting with both in person and online. I absolutely love writing for this space, I’ve got some big things planned for 2016 and I can’t wait to share them with you.

Until then, however you may be celebrating it, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays everyone. I’m going bauble fishing. See you all next year x


Emma x



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  • Reply Sandra December 18, 2015 at 12:49 pm

    Em, this post is hilarious! I have such a vivid image of you with one foot in the stirrup and with your skirt hitched high up over your head as you go crashing towards the end of the year. ‘Lo thar hombre.

    These days, I freak out when I buy milk because it involves looking at a ‘use by’ date, a date not that far into the future and one that unavoidably shows how fast time is flying. I can’t look away… it always totally freaks me out. A LOT. Soon it will add a ‘2016’ to the bottle. Argh! Will I cope? Or will they find me gently rocking in a fetal position on the ground in the freezer aisle mumbling “It can’t possibly say March 2017 on the frozen peas.”

    December? What the hell? How did we get here? I was supposed to finish my Christmas shopping weeks ago, not start it tomorrow. At least as a freelancer I’m not being sucked into the vortex of constant Christmas lunches and morning teas and afternoon teas and after work drinks and quick-catch-up-lunches-before-the-end-of-the-year.

    Ahhh. I hope you and Hank and the kids have a wonderful time camping. Sounds like dirt and sand-filled bliss. Mwah xxx

    • Reply Emma December 19, 2015 at 1:49 pm

      Hahaha thanks San – Lo thar hombre, how could I forget!! Yes I’m not coping with the sudden rush towards 2016 AT ALL. We all just need to s l o w r i g h t d o w n . Likely impossible until Boxing Day though. Merry Christmas to you and your gorgeous family, lovely xxx

  • Reply Jennifer Fletcher December 18, 2015 at 12:59 pm

    And a Very Merry Christmas to you too!
    It has been quite a ride this year and we have enjoyed sharing it with you via The Blog.
    Bauble Fishing ‘n all. Roll on 2016. Here we come!

    Jenny xxx

    • Reply Emma December 19, 2015 at 1:53 pm

      What a ride indeed! So glad I took the plunge and started this blog, it gives me the warmest fuzzies posting here and knowing I can write truly as myself, with no other agenda. A beautiful liberation. A big gorgeous Merry Christmas to you too Mama Fletch xxx

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