Christmas it's the time of parties my son is heading off to a class party no longer is it party games and jelly and ice creams , and not forgetting the wonderful parent who put whistles in the party bags, oh that will be me!
No he's a teenager and he is growing up way to fast someone once said to me Christmas is just for Children , thesis wrong Christmas is time for families and that is what I want to have a family Christmas . In a few years no doubt I will be doing the washing from when he goes to university and ferrying him back and forth. No doubt I will be bereft when he is not here perhaps one Christmas but for now he is , I think I have equipped him for life though I am afraid he can't make a cup of tea as he doesn't like tea.
He has been made fun of for being a sensible boy and ribbed he is not joining in with antics quite frankly that shook me . He is the one that won't be a statistic because he is sensible and that is what I would rather have.
My favourite Christmas word is "Twas"
"Twas the night before Christmas"
It is that wonderful ethereal silence that descends before Christmas a time of reflection, a time of sorrow a time of joy, a time of mixed emotions.
This time of year I miss colleagues who have died, relatives and blogging friends who have also died or those who have suffered loss themselves.
I miss Multiple Mummy I cannot believe it is a year since she has died, I will forever treasure her post that she commented on that I did that was very apt for her it was an octopus.
So I am grateful for my family frolics, my racing about and I look and realise to coin a phrase" What a wonderful world it is"
And just once more "Twas"
No he's a teenager and he is growing up way to fast someone once said to me Christmas is just for Children , thesis wrong Christmas is time for families and that is what I want to have a family Christmas . In a few years no doubt I will be doing the washing from when he goes to university and ferrying him back and forth. No doubt I will be bereft when he is not here perhaps one Christmas but for now he is , I think I have equipped him for life though I am afraid he can't make a cup of tea as he doesn't like tea.
He has been made fun of for being a sensible boy and ribbed he is not joining in with antics quite frankly that shook me . He is the one that won't be a statistic because he is sensible and that is what I would rather have.
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| Well mostly sensible! |
My favourite Christmas word is "Twas"
"Twas the night before Christmas"
It is that wonderful ethereal silence that descends before Christmas a time of reflection, a time of sorrow a time of joy, a time of mixed emotions.
This time of year I miss colleagues who have died, relatives and blogging friends who have also died or those who have suffered loss themselves.
I miss Multiple Mummy I cannot believe it is a year since she has died, I will forever treasure her post that she commented on that I did that was very apt for her it was an octopus.
So I am grateful for my family frolics, my racing about and I look and realise to coin a phrase" What a wonderful world it is"
And just once more "Twas"
