The Christmas Card List

Christmas decoration - office mum

The first people on the list have had a house move since last year. I write the card, then address it with the unfamiliar street name. Next, four non-movers, then another new address. This time I don’t know it. I send a message to ask. The card won’t be a surprise but that's OK, cards aren’t really a surprise. Three more ...

Santa Visit Review – Airfield Estate Christmas Experience

Airfield Christmas at dusk - Office Mum

Dusk. A mild November evening, with a huge purple sky above, and twinkly lights visible in the distance. They ran, one following the other, through the falling darkness. They'd just seen real reindeer, and now they wanted to take a peek into Santa's bedroom. Rushing, single-minded, single-file. We had arrived at the Airfield Estate Christmas Experience ...

Surviving Christmas – the Before and After

Christmas tree lights - Office Mum

Every year I look forward to Christmas with the excitement of a small child (or three small children as is the case in my house). Every year I just know it’s going to be the Best Christmas Ever. And every year, when we’re right in the middle of it, I look around and wonder how ...

8 Things I’ve Learnt About Christmas Since Having Kids

Office Mum: Santa letter

Before kids, I was adamant that Christmas shouldn’t start until December – the second week would be just fine thank you very much. Jingle Bells on the airwaves any earlier than that just felt wrong. Christmas was about nights out as much as nights in, about finding the perfect sparkly dress for the office party, ...

Childhood Christmas Memories – There Was Almost Always Snow

Office Mum: snow covered garden

The smell of one-sided toast with melted butter - it was always done on just one side under the grill, crisp and melty. Tea for the grown-ups, milk for us. Sitting by the fire that my grandmother had set when she got up at half six, as she did every morning. The smell of turf; ...

Santa at Malahide Castle

Office Mum: Malahide Castle

We were twenty-five minutes late leaving the house. Not a good start. Dun Laoghaire to Malahide is long journey. But Sunday morning means light traffic. Or so we hoped, as we made our way towards the M50, promising the kids we'd definitely make it on time - that there was no way we'd miss their appointment with Santa. We'd ...