The excitement of Christmas has become muted since I was a child. But spending Christmas with my parents today, one thing I do look forward to and which makes me feel like I’m back in our family home again is decorating the tree. We will dig out old cardboard boxes full of ancient, dusty decorations, each of which has a particular set of memories attached to it.
From pieces of playschool artwork, covered in blobs of glitter glue and sparkly paper, to little wooden ice-skating figures and angels with missing wings; from the glass balls which we each painted one year, to the mischievous wooden gnomes that came from Sweden. From tinsel that must be about 25 years old, to the fairy doll that swings, lopsidedly benign, from the top of the tree – and not forgetting the all-important coloured lights that must first be untangled (no mean feat) before being draped artfully around the whole tree and switched on in the magical moment that means Christmas is just round the corner.

(You can buy this lovely doormat at John Lewis)
Although we are no longer in my childhood house, and the shrieking and romping have been replaced by sipping of wine and grown-up jokes, the ritual and the family memories that accompany this activity make me feel I’m definitely at home.
While I’m getting tangled up in tinsel and thinking about nostalgic memories of childhood, lots of other people are also going ‘home’ for Christmas. Maybe it’s the time of year, for some, when ‘home’ (or the lack of it) is the most potent. After you’ve finished the last bits of stilton, and your nerves have calmed down following Dr Who, have a think about what ‘home’ is and what it means to you – especially at Christmas time. Do you like being home for Christmas? Do you avoid it? What sort of things mean ‘home’ to you, and do they have anything to do with Christmas ‘traditions’? Let us know by submitting your contribution in any creative way. To find out how to contribute, go to the Take Part section of the IDFB website.
For a bit of inspiration, have a look at some of the dance videos on our YouTube channel; or read this poem we received yesterday from Cassiah Joski-Jethi.
If I Was A Bee
If I was a bee,
I would be flying free,
Away from harm,
Into the queen’s arms,
I would be warm and whole,
I could feel my soul
Be glowing inside,
And I would reside
Forever in this sweet nest
Where I can find rest,
A place to wish and dream,
A place where it would seem
I could do anything,
And I could sing
A glorious tune
For a glorious room,
Of kind hearts and minds,
Stripes of all the same finds,
My place and my wonder,
Where there is no fire or thunder,
Where my heart lies,
And fear dies.
I have always been here,
With them, so near,
I am home I say,
Never to fly away.
And from all of us at IDFB and DanceXchange – have a lovely holiday season, with or without Christmas, whether you’re at ‘home’ or escaping to somewhere warm!
Miranda Laurence
Project Manager // DanceXchange