WHAT with work, and poorly children and nativities, I still haven’t got around to Christmas.
At least the Christmas tree is up. That’s a start. Cards still not written, presents still un-bought.
The family photo-calendars I have to dutifully upload and buy every year in quadruplet aren’t sorted. And there’s less than ten days to go.
Bonnie can’t resist the tree (fake). She’s two, therefore bewitched by anything sparkly. She did help hang some baubles but now knows she can’t touch. The temptation is overwhelming, bless her.
She’s a little confused and very over-excited by Christmas.
“It’s my birthday?” she asks, hopefully, on a daily basis, only to be told no.
She knows there’s presents, parties and decorations involved, but hasn’t a clue where this Jesus Baby comes into things.
Still, I think we’re safe until the Peppa Pig advert calendar runs out. Then we’ve got some explaining to do. . .