What Should Be Hung At The Bedside On Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve. The most magical night of the year. Everyone is buzzing. What’s going on your bedside table?
We all have our traditions. Some are big. Some are small. But the bedside table? It’s a crucial spot.
Forget the fancy decorations for a moment. Think about what really matters. What’s within arm’s reach when you’re drifting off?
The Obvious, and Often Overlooked
First, there’s the water glass. Essential. You might wake up parched. A dry throat on Christmas morning is no fun.
And maybe a snack. Just in case. A stray mince pie. A forgotten biscuit. You never know when hunger will strike.
But what about the truly important items? The things that spark joy and anticipation?
My Unpopular Opinion
Here’s where I might lose some of you. My bedside table on Christmas Eve is a curated masterpiece. And it's not what you're thinking.
It’s not about practicalities. It’s about the spirit. The sheer, unadulterated joy of the season.
So, what’s on my table? Let’s dive in.
The Star of the Show
For starters, there's the half-eaten Christmas cookie. Yes, you read that right.
Why? Because it’s a testament to my dedication. I was so excited, I started the snacking early.
It’s a small indulgence. A personal reward for making it through the year. And the year was a doozy, wasn’t it?
Plus, it’s a direct offering. A delicious peace treaty for any late-night elves. Or maybe Santa himself.
He’s a busy man. A cookie shows you appreciate his efforts. And you’re willing to share.
It’s a gesture of goodwill. And it’s tasty. Win-win.
A Touch of Whimsy
Next, a slightly crumpled Christmas card. From someone important.
It’s not neatly placed. It’s just… there. As if I’ve been rereading it.
The messages in those cards are precious. They are little packets of love.
I like to see a message that makes me smile. One that I can recall easily.
It’s a reminder of connections. Of people who care. Especially on a night that celebrates togetherness.
It might be from Grandma. Or a childhood friend. Someone whose words echo with warmth.
It’s a tangible piece of affection. More impactful than a text message, wouldn’t you agree?
It sits there, a silent promise of future chats. And maybe a future visit.
The Literary Companion
Then there’s the dog-eared book. A festive read, of course.
Perhaps something with snow. Or carols. Or a touch of mystery.
It’s not for serious reading. It’s for dipping into. For a few calming sentences before sleep.
I might read a chapter. Or just a paragraph. Whatever feels right.
It’s a way to unwind. To escape into a story. To let the world fade away.
A good book is a friend. Especially on a night of anticipation.
It’s a reminder of quiet moments. Of the simple pleasures in life.
And if it’s a classic like A Christmas Carol? Even better. You can’t go wrong.
It’s the perfect bedtime story. For yourself.
The Unofficial Official Mascot
Now for the pièce de résistance. The item that truly elevates my bedside table.
It's a small, slightly wonky handmade ornament. The kind made by little hands.
It might be a lopsided star. Or a glitter-covered pinecone. Something imperfectly perfect.
These are the treasures. The ones that hold the most meaning.
It’s a symbol of childhood. Of innocent excitement. Of Christmas past.
It sits there, a silent sentinel. Guarding my dreams.
It’s a direct link to the magic. To the feeling of Christmas morning as a child.
It's the reason for all of this, isn't it?
This little ornament. It’s more precious than any gold or frankincense.
It's a reminder of who we’re doing this for. Or who we used to be.
The Practical, but Festive, Additions
Of course, some practicality is still needed. But it must be festive!
So, the alarm clock is there. But it’s disguised. Maybe it has a little Santa hat perched on top.
Or perhaps it’s a vintage one. That looks like it belongs in a Christmas scene.
And the phone charger. Because, well, life. But the cable is a festive colour. Red. Green. Gold.
It’s the little touches. The small nods to the season. That make all the difference.
Even the mundane can be magical. With a little effort.
So, my bedside table on Christmas Eve. It's a snapshot of my heart.
It’s a collection of joys. Of memories. Of hopes.
It’s not about being neat. It’s about being full.
Full of Christmas spirit. Full of anticipation. Full of love.
What’s on your bedside table? I’m curious.
Perhaps you have a similar, unconventional approach.
Or maybe you’re inspired to add a touch of whimsy yourself.
Whatever it is, make it count. Make it yours.
Because Christmas Eve is for dreaming. And your bedside table is your launchpad.
Sweet dreams, and Merry Christmas!