In Search of the Christmas Spirit
I have been feeling like something is missing so have been searching for some Christmas Spirit.
We had hoped to go to Bletchley Park this Christmas to see what it would be like to celebrate a 1940s Christmas. But sadly we had to put off our plans so I have been looking for something else to do. Star suggested going to the Christmas Markets in the City Centre and I ran with that idea. I’ve not been for a few years.
Wet and Miserable
Getting out of the house was easy for a change. There were no meltdowns or grumpiness, no lost shoes or coats and everyone was in good spirits. But, it was raining and cold. Sitting in the car we almost changed our minds to go somewhere indoors instead, but it’s hard to deal with changes of plans so we set off for the markets. If it was too awful to stay outside we always had the Bull Ring shopping centre to hide in.
We left the car park and it was raining hard, we were all wrapped up but it was still freezing cold. My wheelchair is not supposed to get too wet so shelter had to be sought. So we went into the Bull Ring and was greeted straight away by a live band. It was too loud for Star and the Little Man so we quickly made our way through the crowds until the music lowered in decibels enough to hear each other.
The kids went into Smiggles to spend their pocket money and left 10 mins later with books, pencil cases, squishies and slime. Then we decided to see what it was like outside and whether we could actually make it to the markets.
It was still wet and cold and the kids just wanted to go home. We took a look at the Christmas tree outside St Martin’s Church and I felt happy that this year they had gone for a real looking tree rather than some artistic interpretation of a tree like they had last time I came. Next to the tree was a bench with a reindeer and some fixed antlers, perfect for a photo opportunity. The girls were not keen on going up but the Little Man and his Dad did.
The Little Man did not understand he was supposed to fit in the antlers and Dad got frustrated trying to get him in the right place. This caused the Little Man to become upset and by the time I took the photo they both looked miserable. The girls were miserable waiting around. The weather was miserable and I was cold and wet.
Christmas spirit – Bah Humbug.
We found the car and went home.
There is still a whole week to feel the Christmas Spirit, but I’m 99% sure it will be found at home, not anywhere cold and wet.