Merry Christmas

When I was little I believed wholeheartedly that real magic happened at Christmas.

 Actual fairy dust sprinkling magic that remained hidden the rest of the year. The night before Christmas I would spin around and around in my room until I fell over dizzy. Mainly because there was so much excitement bubbling up inside me that I literally did not know what to do with myself. I believed in Santa an embarrassingly long time. My face pressed against the glass of my bedroom window trying to catch a glimpse of the big man and his reindeer. Now I'm in my 30s I obviously know better. That, plus the fact that my mum once used the same wrapping paper for her gifts, tipped me off...
    When it comes to Christmas I've never completely lost that feeling. And now I have two little ones I'm reliving my childlike over-excitement. Isaac now four (as he likes to repeatedly remind everyone) got Christmas in a big way this year. Rather than 'wow this is cool' on Christmas day, he's been bubbling with anticipation since the Ist of December. He has never looked forward to anything as much as this Christmas. As for Santa bringing presents he is beside himself with excitement. There is a small part of me that is like 'really?! You're completely down with some funny looking stranger sneaking into your room in the night? You believe he manages to break in make it into very house in the entire world in just one night no question!?' Then I picture my small self spinning around until I fall and I'm like 'Hell yes! it's magic!' The other night I even caught myself scanning the skies for a flying sleigh...
    I like science. I like logic. I like truth based on fact. But there will always room in my heart for a little imagination, A little shall we say 'make believe'...

    Christmas Eve was a creative one this year. Starting with beautifully made pancakes...

   Then moving onto to some of this...

Watching Santa Clause the Movie obviously...

    Making Cookies for Santa...

    Check out awesome Pirate apron birthday present... 

    Yum.
Then we went to a Christmas Eve service at the village Church. Always a guaranteed feeling Christmassy maker...

    A walk though the village enjoying the Christmas lights...

    Putting out a little something for Santa and his reindeer...

Then off to sleep so the magic can happen...
    Let me just break you out of all this 'magic' to tell you how the night actually went. 2am Isaac woke up coughing (we've all had colds for a week now. I cant tell you how fun that has been in the run up to Christmas). Upon realising Santa had already been, he started singing 'Santa Clause is coming to town...' at the top of his voice. Impressed he hadn't ripped open his gifts we gently informed him that it was still the middle of the night. So he should really try and get some more sleep. Needless to say he sang until 5am. 5 Freaking A. M. Just as we had all fallen back to sleep our neighbors set off fireworks at 6am. What the...?! Who does that?! I was ready to commit murder, Christmas morning or not...
    Okay back to the magic. Blurry-eyed we opened our stockings which were of course awesome. Much cheered we raced downstairs to open all the presents under the tree as fast as humanly as possibly.

    Within seconds our living room looked like this...

    You may have noticed our affinity with the plaid PJ's. We heart them.
    Later in the morning Nana and Grampy arrived which means more fun stuff...

    Out comes the Mince pies and Mulled wine. Isaac dressed for the day...

If you are wondering where Lucas was he had to nap after the night of never-ending singing. Isaac somehow kept on going...
Tim rocked cooking wise this year. He nailed the Turkey, so to speak...

   I ate so much it hurt...

   I wasn't the only one...

   Then Christmas movies in the afternoon...

    An absolute classic...

Happy Christmas everyone...

I hope you had a little sprinkle of magic this Christmas...