And so it is Christmas Eve. I think it’s special isn’t it – Christmas Eve. The promise of magic, the anticipation, the family time. It is cinnamon and vanilla scented, warm and cosy and special.
We are at James’ parents this Christmas – myself, Blake, James as and when work permits, Great Gramps, Nana, Papa, Uncle Jon, Auntie Ro, Emelia and Benjamin. Three little people, a healthy dose of adults and a house bursting at the seams with food, drink and decorations. It is merry chaos and absolutely wonderful for it.
Earlier we went outside and watched the Space Station fly through the sky, telling Blake and Emelia it was Santa on his way to Australia, and we all waved to him as he whizzed over. Then it was Christmas Eve Tea for the children and on with Christmas PJs and playing with puzzles and Snowman and Snowdog and books and cuddles and hanging of stockings and they are all snuggled up in bed ready for Santa.
And you find me content in the company of loved ones, about to tuck into dinner with a little glass of bubbly. Which I raise to you and wish you a very Merry Christmas. Have a wonderful day tomorrow. Hold those you love a little closer for a little longer, and be glad for the little blessings in life. X
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