Sarah’s Wednesday W – W is for Wild

It’s pretty wild in our house at the moment. Not unusual ― but with two boys who both still believe in Father Christmas, things are getting wilder by the millisecond. I know from years gone by, there’s no hope of effective taming until they’ve unleashed their full feral forces on parcels and wrapping on the big day itself.

The build-up starts early with my two. On the first day back to school after the summer holidays, I was informed that winter would soon be here. Followed by the question that has sounded each morning school-run since: ‘How many days until Christmas, mummy?’ It’s not therefore surprising, that by the time they reach December, they have driven themselves into a wild frenzy of excitement.

Everything is that much more extreme with my two in December. Domestication goes out the window. They seem to have lost any taming I may have managed. It is back to basics. They seem to be driven by their raw child. By base instinct. And the same goes for their maleness. My boys are boy-boys year round. Nothing I have attempted to do or instil has helped on that front. Probably quite the opposite. But when it comes to December, they reach whole new levels of innate boy-boyness. There are more and more pranks. More and more dares and daring activities. More and more … stupidity. And of course, more and more fights. And the ferocity of those fights reaches whole new levels.

Whilst my attempts at taming are generally unsuccessful, it doesn’t stop me trying. Although I can say with conviction, that to see a true wild boy-boy child ― shout up the chimney to tell Father Christmas that said wild boy-boy child should be added to the naughty list. The reaction that unleashed had me thinking of tranquillizer darts.

But do you know? I will treasure the wildness this year. This is most probably the last December I will experience in which both my boys believe in Father Christmas. The last year they will write their letters to him and then jump up and down in excitement as they watch mummy and daddy post them up the chimney to magically wing there way to the North Pole ― or heaven. According to my boys, Father Christmas divides his time between those two locations. The last year, that on Christmas morning, they will stare in awe at the snowy footprints Father Christmas has left upon the hearth. Next year, I will no doubt find myself answering my eldest’s questions and explaining all about the ledge inside the chimney that accommodates letters so well. And about the sprinkled icing sugar around a pair of daddy’s wellington boots.

When you look at it that way, there’s a lot to be said for wildness. In fact ― bring it on! Happy December everyone. May it be wild and magical!

I leave you with a picture of the man himself. Don’t you think Father Christmas is just everywhere this time of year?  And he does have a beard … and eyes. And I could say something about base instincts here and the ability to turn one wild. But won’t 🙂

It IS a Wednesday :)

It IS a Wednesday 🙂

24 thoughts on “Sarah’s Wednesday W – W is for Wild

  1. You should have put a health warning on this, Sarah – I wasn’t prepared for ‘Santa’ in all his gorgeousness at this hour!
    Well, my children are grown up and away from home, so the Christmas build-up is far less wild. But so far they’ve always come home for Christmas. On Christmas Eve we have still been known to leave a drink for Santa and a carrot for his reindeer – and, guess what, they’re gone in the morning …

  2. What a lovely post, Sarah! Having had my only child 31 years ago, before this year all the magic of Christmas seemed an awfully long time ago. But now I have a 21 month old grandson and it’s back!! Obviously he was around last Christmas but not really old enough to enjoy it. And I feel young enough at 50 to almost feel as I used to when my daughter was little…almost! Ronan came round yesterday and looked with wonder at the tree. I’d put it up early, we don’t usually put it up until after my birthday, but I thought he might like it. I asked him if he did like it and he said, ‘Wow, grandmammy!’ He then went on to tell me he liked the red and silver baubles, the snowman etc etc. So I think it was a hit. And I hope your boys believe just a bit longer Sarah. For me, it’s what Christmas is all about.xx

  3. Father Christmas? If only my kids still believed in that. In our house it’s, “My Christmas list (read: Mum’s shopping list) is on the fridge.” Well, I suppose that makes it easier for me. In theory anyway. Having said that, I’ve just read a wonderful book entitled “Miracle and Other Christmas Stories” by Connie Willis. It’s a collection of short stories, and it really brought the magic of Christmas back for me. I’m now more excited than my children!

  4. Sorry, Juliet – I’ll pop a warning on next time:) And yep, Sue. Xmas is an awful lot of work. But it’s worth it. She says. Taking a deep breath 🙂 It’s magical sharing Christmas when they are young, isn’t it Mandy? Enjoy! X

  5. LOL Henri. The magic of Christmas tends to be there for such a very short time so that book sounds fabulous! Sure your children will catch your excitement 🙂

  6. It used to be pretty wild in our house, too, with the boys being only a year and twelve days apart.

    That sort of wildness has now passed (they’re now 33 and 32), but I still adore Christmas and feel excited about it every year. We have a really traditional Christmas, and that never changes. But the relationship with the ‘children’ has changed over the years – it’s different from when they were young, but it’s still something words can’t express. Our relationship with the boys remains at the heart of the family, as it always has been, and that is never clearer than at Christmas.

    If that’s what Father Christmas looks like, I shall be waiting up for him this year!

    Liz X

  7. LOL. You can join the queue by the fireplace, Liz 🙂 I think as you say, Christmas is special whatever the age with its ability to bring everyone together. And can so see how the boys remain the heart of the family. Their being wild children or grown men – won’t ever change that. Have a wonderful one! X

  8. Last Christmas (no, I’m not singing) was the first when Number One Child joined in with the conspiracy. She loved it. She also enjoyed being with me and shopping for things on her list. Child Number Two is none the wiser 🙂 Merry Christmas, Sarah xx

  9. LOL Laura – and thank you for that! I’m likely to have Wham going around my head for the rest of the day 🙂 Perhaps I should find that particular play list on my ipod and surrender to it fully although your singing would be rather better than mine. Love that child number one is in on the conspiracy. It’s a lovely evolution. My eldest would love knowing something his youngest doesn’t – but somehow can’t see him not revealing it at a key moment. Time will tell. Merry Christmas to you too, Laura. Have a great one! X

  10. It sounds like fun, Sarah! My two are way past being wild at Christmas, but it was fun when it lasted 🙂 Enjoy!

  11. Lovely, buzzy, seasonal post – Sarah. Your boys obviously very alpha-male, bless their little scuffed knees!
    I’m getting all of the above all over again with grandchildren….really rather wonderful the second time around…:)

  12. I can see serious merits in second time around, Linda LOL. Yes. Too much testosterone in our house. I blame their father, LOL. Have a wonderful wonderful Christmas with the grandchildren X

  13. Santa’s going to be seeing an awful lot of stockings, looking like that, though I suspect some of them will be ready-filled.

    My girls used to be subdued with the help of ‘Father Christmas’s Robin’ – yep, that robin out in our garden watching you with his beady eye and he’s going to tell Santa how naughty you’ve been unless you refrain from the anti-social behaviour now! It worked so well that they still squirm a bit at the sight of a Christmas robin!

  14. I LOVE the christmas robin, Chris – and the fact that they still react to it LOL. I may have to give that one a go. Re Santa and stockings. There is something I very much want to say there, but wouldn’t dare on here. Will just think it, LOL. Whilst I’m looking at the picture. X

  15. Great post, Sarah. LOL about the robin, Chris. We have a mynah bird terrorising our garden at the moment – sounding exactly like “Angry Birds” and dive-bombing humans and cats who venture out the house. I’d thought she must be nesting but perhaps Father Chistmas employs different birds in NZ to do the job.

  16. LOL Zana – how exotic are you sounding? Am loving the sound of the mynah bird – despite the dive-bombing. Can you train him to dive-bomb undesirables, LOL? X

  17. Santa…isn’t…real?? Nooooooooooooo!

    Christmas is about children, but I think too about all the elderly who might be on their own. If you know someone like that, and you’re in a position to help give them a good Christmas, please think about it.

    Sorry to get serious.

  18. Oh, poop. Sorry, Liv. Ignore most of what I said, LOL! I write fiction, remember? 🙂

    And thank you so much for your comment. Yes it’s serious. But spot on. It ISN’T all about children. And it’s a timely reminder of that fact. Sxxx

  19. My kids still love Christmas! My eldest (who was beginning to lose the whole ‘magic’ of it, now has a little one of his own to bring the magic back, and the others all enjoy the atmosphere and anticipation of it. Unfortunately, they are all now old enough to also share my enjoyment of a bottle of Baileys…

  20. Wonderful they still love it, Jane! Not so wonderful about the Baileys 🙁 My favourite Xmas tipple too. All sounding very civilised though 🙂 X

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