So there we were, my Helen and I, getting our babbas ready for bed, while Mum slept and Dad did what Dad’s do best (who knows what?) when there was a knock at the door.
Scooping Finley up, I answered the door, and there was a little lady elf.
“Get ready!” She whispered. “Santa is on his way…”
The street was filled with jingle bells, and I ran back into the house to get Gabriel and Mum, and soon all of us were standing in the porch, watching Father Christmas trudge up the drive.
“Ho Ho Ho” He said. As he would.
Finley and Gabriel froze. I mean of all the wonders they expect to find at Nana’s house, Santa on the doorstep is not one of them.
“So,” said Santa, “What would you little boy’s like me to bring you for Christmas?”
“Batman, and Spiderman and cars” said Gabriel from behind Helen’s legs.
Presents and chocolate and lot’s and lot’s of magic” whispered Finley, his eyes as big as saucer’s, taking his lollipop and watching Santa climb back into his Christmas Caravan and drive off to the NorthPole…
It was a magical moment, brought to us courtesy of the local RoundTable.
But it’s got me worried. Batmen, Spidermen, cars and chocolate I can do. But Magic? How on earth do I provide magic on Christmas Morning? How do you do it? How do you make Christmas the wonder it is supposed to be? Any tricks a relatively new Mummy should know, or should I just leave it to Father Christmas??