Like China's Santa Claus which plays a saxophone which left me unable to explain to her last year, I am equally unable to fully explain the link between a god, his son born to a virgin and the tie-in to a fat man dressed in red fur with elves. The entire description of Christmas borders on paedophillic and spans the implausible.
This year, the holiday season is particular important. For much of the world, 2014 was trying a year. Words like "racism", "starvation", "radicalisation", "Ebola", "terrorism", "poverty", "rape", "unemployment" dominated global headlines. We witnessed a lot of pain, and many confronted unfathomable devastation. There was and is so much sadness.
My Nanna was a bespoke tailoress. She has tried to teach me to sew and knit over the years but I seem to have haberdasher's dyslexia. I miss stitches, misunderstand patterns, forget crucial knots and stages... These days, this is as close to sewing as I get and my are they things of beauty. Dainty button-shaped biscuits, zesty, pretty, rich and beautiful.
A free-for-all Christmas has had a surprisingly deep impact on my family and myself. It's not just that we save money, which we do, but we also approach the holidays with a sense of fun that we lost for a few years (beginning when we grew out of being children). This playfulness is a symptom of an even stronger emotional reaction--a feeling of having more than enough.
I'm busy packing for Christmas in New York (woo!) at the mo so this is just a whole bundle of Christmas present fun with loads of stuff from some of my favourite brands and stores - more of a wish list than a shopping one - for you to have a quick nose at and for my friends and family to take 'inspiration' from...Cold, hard cash and Starbucks vouchers also accepted.