Since my kids were toddlers, we've created a traditional week of KrampusNachts on the run up to Christmas. We play a version of hide and seek with the lights out where I pretend to be Krampus and they have to evade capture by finding a good place to hide and be quiet. Something they were never able to manage.
I stopped short of buying a Krampus demon costume from eBay, which my wife said was a step too far.
Now my kids are teenagers, they still ask to play every December. Tip-toeing round the house, with phone torches on, screaming at shadows until I jump out on them from behind a wardrobe door, or a shower curtain.
This is what Christmas means to me. The thing I look forward to the most. Scaring my kids to high heaven, playing a childish game in the dark.
You want presents on Christmas Day? You have to earn them.
Here's my take on our Globe's winter-Solstice/Season... I keep waiting for this warm and fuzzy feeling to spill over to the other 11 months of the year. Regardless we need this wee 'celebration' at least for a short time if only to remind us - we CAN DO better. I'm always a sucker for any gift homemade. I sing along to the music, watch all the corny movies, and look forward to sharing meals with family and friends I may not see again until the next Yuletide. I pretty much ignore retail in any country...Mark's & Spenser's or The Hudson's Bay or Macy's but I do get your point. James. Joy Noel Yorkshire...
I said we wouldn’t ‘do’ Santa Claus (thank goodness huh!?) once I had kids but that only lasted til she was 3 and started telling me Santa was coming, and all her preschool friends said he was real, and let’s put out cookies to see! I didn’t have the heart to let her down, so we’re in it now. I don’t love it. But she is almost 7 and still won’t ask me point blank if he’s real, despite her friends saying otherwise. She wants to believe. And I want to believe in my child’s right to joy. But I’ll still wait to share the essay with her and her little brother that I wrote 10 or so years ago called ‘satan claws’ 🙃 merry everything to you James!
Since my kids were toddlers, we've created a traditional week of KrampusNachts on the run up to Christmas. We play a version of hide and seek with the lights out where I pretend to be Krampus and they have to evade capture by finding a good place to hide and be quiet. Something they were never able to manage.
I stopped short of buying a Krampus demon costume from eBay, which my wife said was a step too far.
Now my kids are teenagers, they still ask to play every December. Tip-toeing round the house, with phone torches on, screaming at shadows until I jump out on them from behind a wardrobe door, or a shower curtain.
This is what Christmas means to me. The thing I look forward to the most. Scaring my kids to high heaven, playing a childish game in the dark.
You want presents on Christmas Day? You have to earn them.
Endure KrampusNachts.
This is the true magic of Christmas.
Happy Krampus night to you all!
Here's my take on our Globe's winter-Solstice/Season... I keep waiting for this warm and fuzzy feeling to spill over to the other 11 months of the year. Regardless we need this wee 'celebration' at least for a short time if only to remind us - we CAN DO better. I'm always a sucker for any gift homemade. I sing along to the music, watch all the corny movies, and look forward to sharing meals with family and friends I may not see again until the next Yuletide. I pretty much ignore retail in any country...Mark's & Spenser's or The Hudson's Bay or Macy's but I do get your point. James. Joy Noel Yorkshire...
Happy Christmas to you and yours!
I said we wouldn’t ‘do’ Santa Claus (thank goodness huh!?) once I had kids but that only lasted til she was 3 and started telling me Santa was coming, and all her preschool friends said he was real, and let’s put out cookies to see! I didn’t have the heart to let her down, so we’re in it now. I don’t love it. But she is almost 7 and still won’t ask me point blank if he’s real, despite her friends saying otherwise. She wants to believe. And I want to believe in my child’s right to joy. But I’ll still wait to share the essay with her and her little brother that I wrote 10 or so years ago called ‘satan claws’ 🙃 merry everything to you James!
Merry Christmas to all of you! (Santa is real. Keep the faith!)