Oh, there has been such excitement! The Girl Who Knows the story of Santa has fully embraced ‘pretending’ and is the first to talk about him, check his current location, and wonder how Jake won’t combust when the reindeer arrive. The Girl Who Wants to Believe has had some searching questions, but the weight of evidence, and her sister’s enthusiasm, mean that she’s content for another while.
Nana and Grandad are here, ratcheting up the excitement. Girl1 baked bread and scones for their arrival. Girl2 was proud to be the kitchen maid and do the washing up. A coordinated effort. I stayed well out of the way.
The bundle of parcels under the tree has expanded. For the first time, the Girls got to help me wrap presents for Spurs Fan, and him wrap presents for me- not only do they feel all grown up, but they get to share wee surprises.
Girl1 got to visit the Christmas market in town with friends, and without me tagging along. Girl2 was on local tv– she and her friends laughed the whole way through the watching of it, many, many times.
This afternoon there are veg to be chopped and peeled and sorted. The house will be filled the wonderful smell of ham and cloves. Girls will help Nana make stuffings.
Sharing activites and love. What it’s all about.
Merry Christmas bloggy buddies. Thank you for sharing your stories, for becoming my friends. My family no longer boggle when I refer to my friend Debra in Los Angeles looking set to have a colder Christmas than us, or Hudson’s dog Elvira, or Emma’s caravan. They didn’t blink when I enveloped Tinman in a bear hug and then spent the evening with him. They’ve spent time with Grannymar. They know about the losses some of you have experienced, the great places you’ve visited, and how you have inspired me. They know about your academic successes in subjects that I couldn’t begin to understand, your cushions, your families and how you make me laugh. Blogging has become more important to me than I could ever have imagined, because of you all. You sneaked in and became part of the bigger ‘us’.
That’s good, because then I don’t have to get too anxious when you call round- you know where everything is, just come in and make yourself comfy. Would you like a mince pie?