Today was one of those wonderful days, that started off with a lie in ( incredible and so needed) and then a day of us cooking, getting ready for the Christmas season. I often think that the build-up to the all important Christmas day is more fun than the day itself for children and in our house its no exception. I totally love Christmas, I embrace it all entirely and every day of December I aim to do something wonderful and seasonal with the flower girls. This morning the girls rushed over to Grannies house to open my old advent calendar that I had as a child. Its a pocket one full of gifts. Today’s I was prepared for a Chocolate Rocky Road Christmas house, so I had planned a day of Christmas baking at home around that. We made mince pies and a yule log also. I told the girls how I learnt to cook from my Nan and today I passed on tips on how to make the perfect pastry, my Grandmothers voice echoing in my head, and how to tell if a chocolate cake is ready to come out of the oven. The poor poor Bluebell girl stuck her finger in the middle of the cake making a hole, she was so upset being such a sensitive soul, I explained it didn’t matter, if we make mistakes while still a child its not the end of the world and we learn, however if she ever became a famous cook and was baking for a queen and did that, maybe the consequences would be more. Make the mistakes while still young and we can just laugh if off. It still broke her heart though, but the thick chocolate icing covered it all.
The flower girls love to cook and we created for over three hours of hard graft before they asked to leave to play.
The evening time was the beautiful Christingle service in our local church affiliated to our school. I love this service as they dim the lights when the children have their Christingle’s lit and sing “oh little town of Bethlehem”
The girls are full of the Christmas story at present its brimming over. The little ones first school Nativity where she was Angle Gabriel. She was a dream in the show and I loved her passion for holding Jesus tight and her delivering the baby so solemn and proud. She is asking so many questions and and this young age its only natural to confuse things sometimes. Today in church she whispered ” I know how Jesus died, the three Kings nailed him” the Easter story crossing over, it made me smiled however barbaric it sounded!
Most have their trees now, for me its still slightly early however we have to bring it forward nowadays for the girls as they need this ritual as soon as everybody else does. I am looking forward to more Christmas moments, we have already qued for hours to see Santa and in our Cornish town he arrives on a lifeboat and this year kidnapped by pirates!!! only here in Cornwall would that happen. It was such good fun and I know that those memories will stay with the girls until adulthood… well they would wouldn’t they??