|A Christmas Morning Robert Gemmell Hutchison|
|Her First Christmas Robert Gemmell Hutchison|
She was about three weeks old, so by this point we hadn't slept for three weeks and I was as mad as a box of frogs. Other than that, it was magical. Okay, this one is slightly better...
That was Lily's second Christmas, she was just over a year old and we were sleeping by that point. I was still as mad as a box of frogs but that only lasted for another six months after this. My sympathies go to parents at Christmas as the pressure to make your child's existence special, as special as the little girl in Hutchison's picture of a baby's first Christmas, is so intense at this time of year, that it can threaten to overwhelm all the nice stuff, the other things that should be uppermost in your mind. The people you love and who love you, want you this Christmas, in one piece and vaguely sane. The greatest gift you can give to people is your time, your kindness and your love.
And a box of Ferrero Rocher.
Okay, so my pressie suggestion today is especially for you. Take today off. Take 24 hours to relax, read a book, have a snooze in front of Poirot, pour some booze over your Christmas cake, and possibly a little into yourself. Replace words in film titles with the word 'muff'. Remember wherever you are, you're doing a marvellous job and people appreciate and love you.