You made it. The last chapter of my long overdue novella, the Christmas of Yesteryear. Let’s do this!
Christmas Eve was chilled. We hit up the soft play to run some energy out of the littles and instead managed to cave to buying a slush and paid for it by having them totally ruin a lovely game of penguin ludo.
We cut our losses and put on the jammies and the Christmas films til bedtime.
The kids got the tray out and filled it with treat for Santa and the reindeer.
The placed it carefully under the tree…
… next to their pillow cases for Santa to fill.
We went to bed and the next morning around 5am Sandy woke up, I went in to cuddle him and he fell back asleep in my arms. About half six he roused again and I saw his little face all pouty by the door in our bedroom telling me, “Mummy, you went away! You left me all. on. my. own!” I asked him “Sandy, what day is it?” and he replied “Christmas Eve”. “Not any more Sandy, it’s…” “…CHRISTMAS DAY!!!” he realised, “has Santa been?!” I told him to check the stockings we’d hung on the door frame and right enough the big man had delivered. Sandy ran into Roslyn’s room as we listened to hear him say “Roslyn! Roslyn! Santa’s been! He has filled our stockings! Wake up!” and she dutifully did, running through, rubbing her eyes with one hand, cradling her stocking in the other. As is tradition we opened our stockings in our bed before heading downstairs to see what had been left under the tree…
…they were both very pleased to see that Santa and the reindeer had partaken in refreshments.
Roslyn was delighted with her main gift – a new baby, as requested.
Sandy finally got the shuttle part of his Playmobile space set he’d been after since his birthday.
And of course the packaging was well loved too.
This year Christmas was split over two days for us so everything took a far more leisurely pace. It was lovely to be able to relax in the house not having to rush out.
They each found a bell from Santa’s reindeer’s harnesses, a la Polar Express, after being captivated by the film this year.
Sandy was delighted and it seemed to make up for not having been invited on the actual train in the night!
We got dressed for the day and snapped a family picture before heading out to Stuart’s parents house.
The kids were thoroughly spoiled and delighted by their gifts there…
It was lovely to be able to take our time at Stuart’s parents house too.
We got our annual Findlay/MacNicol Group shot again – a cracker (pun intended).
After Roslyn’s nap we headed home to meet up with my parents and brothers for a mini Christmas dinner before the main meal the next day.
We got a little group shot here too but I think the candid one is better!
Christmas dinner was a hit thanks to the team effort of Jamie (starter) Mum (trimmings) and me (bird and dessert). And the drinks were faithfully covered by Pa.
Check out anna and elsa’s subtle photobomb in the above picture ^^
I was especially proud of my pudding. I love the look, smell and general tradition of Christmas pudding but just can’t abide the taste. I want to like it, but I don’t. Peel isn’t the bit you eat, IMO. So I recreated a steamed pudding – honey and cinnamon – and put in charms too, like my Gran used to. It was perfect and Sandy kept going on about how much he loved it which meant a lot.
The next day (Boxing Day) we headed to Gourock and my Aunts’ new flat where we partied it up again…
We got another fabulous family picture too!
Dinner was perfect and we all had such a nice time. It was great to spread the fun over two days and get to spend more time with everyone.
We plan to do the same next year and I’m sure it will be just as good.
Well, there’s the end of the saga, festive feeling in February can recede now, and I’m happy not to force Tartan on the kids again til St. Andrews. Maybe.