The house was quiet, such a strange feeling for today! I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. My body had kept me up most of the night and my old husband had been complaining again.
I had gone into the spare double bedroom which was made up for my daughter and her husband’s arrival later on. Next door, the grandchildren’s room was ready also.
The whole house felt like it was holding itself in, ready to burst when my family broke down the door and stormed the Christmas tree.
Only then would I feel like it was Christmas day.