Yesterday we saw Father Christmas on a float going down the street, and the loudspeakers were playing "I wish it could be Christmas every day". I started singing along to Skibo, whose hand I was holding at the time.
With a very serious face, he turned to me, looked up at me, and explained "if it were Christmas every day, it wouldn't be special any more!"
Today, however, is Christmas: we've just finished a feast of ham, turkey, potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, gravy, Yorkshire pudding, peas, cauliflower, and probably a couple of other things that I've forgotten.
The children have opened lots of little presents, making them happy beyond belief, and they are now playing on the floor with crayons, colouring books, games, etc.
We've celebrated today so that we get to have Christmas with LOML's half of the family, and then on Christmas Eve we travel to my parents to have Christmas with them.
So, to all, I say,
Yours, wishing you a very happy Christmas today with us,
N.
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Mm. That food sounds delightful. And having more than one Christmas sounds great too me.
Skibo is probably right: Christmas wouldn't be special if it were every day. (isn't there a town that celebrates Christmas every single day...I think it would be enough to drive me crazy after the novelty wore off!).
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