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‘Twas the night before Christmas
By ella | December 28, 2007
We spent the week leading up to Christmas in London where we thought the children would be excited to see the Christmas lights, visit the museums and winter ice rinks and generally feel a bit more excitement than we get in the country.
Most of it was a success but on the last day, visiting the Natural History Museum, William decided that he had seen most of the animals ‘actually alive’ at Longleat Safari Park (which is true - except possibly for the dinosaurs William) - a place we visit with boring regularity because it is close to our home - and Harry declared London ‘boring’ - because at five you can clearly be too cosmopolitan and have ‘done’ London for long enough.
On Christmas Eve we retreated to the country to spend Christmas with family. This involved much eating of Christmas cake (me), drinking of festive drinks (Matthew), tracking Father Christmas across the globe and sending letters to Father Christmas (the children).
A few minutes after the letters were dispatched up the chimney to the North Pole we were distracted trying to get a picture of the children in front of the tree. Normally I dread this because it is obviously impossible for three boys to stand still for more than ten seconds without one of them pulling a silly face but this time their mucking about was a blessing because the distraction meant they didn’t see their carefully written letters reappear silently down the chimney into the fire place and become burnt to a cinder. I’ve done some pretty creative explaining over the last few weeks about how Father Christmas operates but with only minutes to go before bedtime, and therefore Santa’s arrival to fill stockings, I don’t know how I would have convinced them that they would still get the presents they wanted.
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