1. It began last night. I woke up to the pitter patter of drops…
2. …and oh, how I love thee, rain.
3. Breakfast.
4. I have had this wreath for over six years.It is handmade, unique and I can’t remember where I got it.
5. There are currently five different light strings on my tree. Only two of them work.
I wish I could say our Christmas week was a magical one full of traditions and outings now that papa is on his feet but alas fate had something a little different planned. Up until Boxing Day, my dad was in hospital with serious flu symptoms and I have pharyngitis.
I thank my lucky stars I was well enough for my first Santa duty- I teared up more than once thinking about my childhood Christmas memories and how happy it makes me to be able to pass these on to Georgie. Christmas morning was just as exciting. Georgie showed a surprising amount of interest in most of what Santa dragged down the chimney but he seemed to be a bit worried about Santa’s disapproval of our cookies! ‘Why didn’t he eat them all, mama?’