This year for the first time we wrote to father Christmas; The Bluebell only asked for one soft toy and the little one for nothing, she wrote that she hopes father Christmas has a nice time!
We went to a farm this year to buy our tree, the farmers wife was not impressed I arrived with no wellies as we were supposed to trek across the muddy fields to chose our tree ourselves. We chose the one that had been cut. I actually this year wanted to buy one from a supermarket in a pot but was stopped in my tracks when the bluebell girl told me the meaning of Christmas for her, and it went like this; ” Christmas for me is to be lifted up high to place the star on the very top” then she added in her dry voice she has ” and those Tescos ones are so small I could just place it on with no help at all” I laughed, but loved that’s what Christmas is about, she has an old fashioned soul.
The usual madness of Christmas has started, me dashing about trying to squeeze it all in, the days flying by. School plays and discos and church services, its all go. But in a lovely way. The kids are so excited and happy. The harbour town we live in is finally twinkling with lights and all good with the world.