My Christmas cards are all written so I gave Thomas the fun job of sticking the stamps on and then we went for a walk to the postbox with Sparky.
Of course the most important letter was the one to Father Christmas.
I was pondering last night about how exciting Christmas is for children and how, in fact, they don't really experience very many. Amy and Thomas were probably about 3 years old when they first properly grasped the idea of Father Christmas and Amy was nearly 11 when she finally realised the truth. I can still remember how disappointed she was and we actually had tears. That's only 8 Christmases of believing in something really magical. I think Amy would still believe in the big jolly man if it weren't for the fact that I thought she should know the truth before she went to high school.
Anyway, Thomas is 8 and hopefully we shall have 3 more years of excitement, anticipation, not being able to sleep and 5am wake-ups. I shall treasure each one very much.
I decided to change my password today so that Amy & Thomas can't read anything during December. There's too much to write about and I don't want to talk in code for 3 weeks. It's too mentally challenging for me to be cryptic, I'm just a plain ole tell it as it is kind of gal.
I finished my day in peace and quiet gazing into this candle flame while everybody else was asleep, trying to work up the energy to climb the stairs to my bed.