Last Christmas I was feeling remorseful for not having a proper Christmas stocking for The Little Fulla. He was four months old and he got lumped with one of his father’s big socks to ‘open’ on the big day. I don’t think he noticed. He was too young to even pull the joyous surprises out … More In Which The Little Fulla Gets a Proper Christmas Stocking
Christmas lessons. I need them. My task-focused nature spirals me into a place of intense nuttiness at Christmastime. Things got so busy that I was hooning around like a freight train in danger of careering off it’s tracks. “Watch out, here comes the nutty express!” I said to The Husband. It’s not because I’m disorganised, … More Christmas Lessons
Christmas is almost upon us! I can’t wait for tomorrow. And not just because of the usual reasons. In a fit of chaos I am trying to finish knitting The Little Lion’s Christmas present, which is not how I should be spending Christmas Eve, but, well, you all know I’m nuts. I am OFFICIALLY nuts. Things … More Merry Christmas and Such
It took a bit of work to convince The Husband that we needed a Christmas tree. He kept saying we could use my potted pine tree and I kept saying it wasn’t fit to be a Christmas tree. Not yet anyway. I told him to go and look at how spindly and small it was. … More A Christmas Tree Appears
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