One of the wonderful things about having children is how Christmas is reborn for you in your parent capacity. The responsibility for creating the festive magic has passed to you and a good dose of that can’t help but rub off onto you too.
Last weekend we went to Trerice, an Elizabethan house so full of charm and Christmas good feeling…
We went with one intention in mind, to meet the Green Father Christmas, to listen to his tales of Christmas traditions, to sit with friends and fill ourselves up with the the happiness her exudes.
I try to avoid seeing too many Father Christmases around this time of the year, I think it’s confusing for the children, but this Tudor guy is utterly mesmerising with his ease and confidence and he has the adults believing within minutes.
There were also craft activities (on some rather old and wonderful and quite likely underappreciated Ercol tables)..
These are the places of my childhood, I remember visiting National Trust houses with my lovely Granny, exploring, full of wonder and amazement at how people used to live. Christmas is a real time for looking back at history and I love to share these places with my girls, places that mean so much to me.
We’re off to The Lost Gardens of Heligan next week to meet THE main man himself, Nancy thinks the Tudor Father Christmas is the Red Father Christmasses cousin!
Heligan is another stage of our yearly Christmas traditions, I can’t wait!
There’s more to come, have a great weekend x