Sometimes I wonder if Christmas will ever be as magical as T.V. makes it out to be. There's always a meaningful monologue about the joys of family and how important it is for us to appreciate it whilst we can. These last couple of years have been absent of that nervous excited feeling that I'm sure most people remember. Being so terribly excited that I'd make myself physically ill and I wouldn't be able to sleep. Christmas to me meant waking up extremely early, running downstairs and shaking like I was in the north pole at the immense piles of presents. My parents have always worked excessively hard to provide for me, I've always been well looked after and had brilliant mornings opening presents and demanding numerous batteries for every present that required them, 99.9% did. As I grew up I found less barbies under the tree and began to discover the joys of cameras, clothes and most importantly, makeup. I'm not sure why there aren't many photos of me past a certain age, maybe I became more conscious or perhaps I just didn't look as cute anymore! (Most certainly because I wasn't as cute, I mean I was adorable.) Not every Christmas is a good one, and I think that there is this undeniable pressure that is put onto every single family to have a perfect holiday. But Christmas is a time where you want to be surrounded by your nearest and dearest, and it reminds you of all the people you have lost. You forever plead and wish for a lifetime more of Christmas dinners and terrible Christmas T.V. with someone who isn't there anymore. Christmas now means that I get to come home and see my parents and spend some much needed time with them. I get to see my adorable pets, I visit old friends, I see relatives that I don't see as often as I should and I try and take the photos now. Christmas may not be as magical as T.V. makes it out to be, and it might never be, but I still enjoy being around family and having that warm feeling of doing something important.