Firstly, I must tell you that I absolutely adore Christmas, oops, err, um… can we still say that? You Know, Mr B got told off at work for wishing somebody ‘Happy Christmas’. Truefact. Bah humbug I say.
Anyway, moving swiftly on, it’s the 23rd December today, and QT’s very first Christmas with us. To say that I’m excited would a whopping lie… I’m ECSTATIC, so much so that my house looks like a theme park, I’ve bought enough pressies to last QT until she’s twenty-one at the very least, and I’ve even made my own mince pies, cards and a very pretty ceramic tree and Santa that light up inside and everything. Yep, I’m a proper Christmaszilla, me.
So what’s changed? QT of course, she’s given us our first real family Christmas, and I intend to savour every exquisite memory-moment going. I’ve already taken her to see Santa, three times, and I only welled up twice, couldn’t help myself as she sat on his knee in her little red baby Barbour-style jacket with the biggest grin ever on her cheeky chubby face. Awww.
Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and best wishes for 2011, where all your dreams come true