Christmas 08

It's been a while since I believed in Father Christmas, but the magic is alive again through my children. This is the first year that Freyja has understood about Father Christmas. When she woke up this morning the first thing she asked was if he had been, and she was completely in awe as she crept out of her room to see. Her pink scooter was all lit up and her stocking filled. 'Is it for me?' she whispered.

I am pleased to report that the scooter was a hit - although she did point out that it wasn't all pink. She was quite keen on the train set that Theo got too.

Theo liked the brussel sprouts.


And the trees from his train set tasted quite good too: