I am writing this on Boxing Day, the day after Christmas. Everything is quiet and calm in the house as I reflect on the lovely day we had yesterday and how fortunate we are to be able to enjoy Christmas together.

Dearest Son loved his presents and he made sure we know how appreciative he is. Good food, good wine and a great time spent together.

As Hubby and I were gathering ourselves at the end of a long day, ready to head to bed, I asked him a question:

“Where did it all go?”

“What?”, he asked.

I replied, “The months of preparation, the hours spent in the last few weeks making and wrapping, the days where I didn’t get to sit and rest till 11.30pm. Where did it all go?”

At the end of that most glorious day, you couldn’t really see it. But today, as I think about it and write about it, something has occured to me. Yes, there were presents and yes there was plenty of food, but there was something else.

You could feel it.

All those hours spent, all that time. It creates an atmosphere.

Its an atmosphere that simply says, “I love you”.