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I'm about to spend my fourth Christmas Day as a single mum, and I can tell you this: that first solo Christmas morning will terrify you more in anticipation than in reality.
Once you become a two-home family, Christmas is never the same. There's a bit of magic that gets lost — like when the kids stop believing in Father Christmas.
No more setting out cookies, no theatrical bites taken from carrots left for the reindeer.
There are quiet parts of the day now. Times when you're alone.
(Though if you ask my married friends with kids whether they'd secretly love a moment of Christmas Day solitude, most would admit they would lap it up.)
But truthfully, I would prefer less solitude. We always want what we can't have. It's the way it goes.
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That first year, I was fairly frazzled; it was still fresh. I was fortunate — it was a "Western Australia year"; I get to be home for Christmas with my parents and extended family every second year. So I had family around me all day.






















