If you know me at all or had the dubious pleasure of working with me, you will know I love Christmas. I love the run up to Christmas and whilst we are not a tree up on 1st December family, I do start to decorate myself the moment the festive month starts.
I have a fine collection of Christmas earrings, head boppers, leggings and tasteful jumpers. So it was with great delight that we set off to the first Magic Parade in Killarney.
When I say it was the first, I mean it was the first of the season. Santa has a parade through Killarney every Saturday evening throughout December until Christmas. It’s a full on parade with big floats and fake snow. It’s completely fabulous.
It was a perfect evening for the parade – cold enough to wrap up, obviously I was sporting my Christmas pudding hat and several flashing Santa badges – but dry with a clear sky.
We had found a new place to eat before the parade and really feeling the Christmas glow.
The parade started and the floats started to appear around the corner. Last Christmas was blasting out of the speakers and then it happened, hit me like a brick, a big tear rolled down my face.
It was out of nowhere and once it started, it wouldn’t flippin stop. I needed to pull myself together before Santa spotted me but a whole heap of emotions came rushing out.
Maybe I had just kept them too much in check for the last few months and, before you say it, it wasn’t fuelled by mulled wine.
OH came into his own, gave me a big manly hug and didn’t ask for any answers – definitely the best course of action – and it was over.
I fully appreciate I can be a bit dim sometimes, but yet again it was kicking in that even though this year has been pretty tough at times, it has shown me how incredibly lucky I have been and what fantastic friends & family I have.