Christmas is full of mystery and magic...the star, the virgin birth, the angel appearing to the shepherds, the three wise men, how Santa manages to get around the whole world in just one night (though thankfully, today, there are websites that track his progress...) but in our house, one major mystery remained unsolved this Christmas. What exactly happened to the Christmas tree lights?
In mid December Daddy was sent to the loft to retrieve all Christmas decorations (a job he secretly loves, though pretends to hate. I have to believe this.) The tree went up; favourite decorations appeared. Joy came to the household.
Except that...there were no fairy lights. I know I packed them up carefully last year. What on earth could have happened to them? Daddy was sent to the loft again to double-check that there wasn't a single box remaining...(see, I told you he really liked it up there). Alas, no lights.
We decided that the Christmas tree really did need them, and also, when we invested in new ones, that things really had moved on in the fairy-light-world since our last purchase.
I was also delighted to discover that I had evidently done diligent January-sale Christmas card buying, and that I had even bought one or two Christmasy books and a few odd little bits and pieces that would make lovely presents for our neighbours' children - go me.
There was a lovely little pack of toy cars - they'd be brilliant for Eddie. I wrapped them up. The big day came. I have found that it arrives whether you are ready or not. Usually I am not. But this year, I was in control (ish). Christmas morning brought shrieks of delight, just as it should, and we let baby Eddie sleep in whilst the 'big' kids opened their pressies. They then took great pleasure in opening the gifts in his stocking on his behalf.
So...try explaining why Santa had given Eddie the gift of a set of Christmas tree lights masquerading as a trio of cars. Yep. Mystery solved.
Happy new year!
P.S. Best Christmas telly? Louis Smith's showdance on Strictly Come Dancing!