Christmas

Teddy, you had 3 Christmas celebrations this year. One for my family, one for the actual day & one for Papy's family.

I love you received heartfelt gifts & noone went overboard. Santy Claus was generous & left you a lovely copy of 'Diary of a Wombat' complete with a little plush wombat. You enjoy sucking his little carrot hanging from his mouth.

You enjoyed Christmas lunch, munching on roast chicken & smiling like crazy at Great-grandaddy Joe. You spent Christmas morning at the beach & slept through lunch with Papy's family.

All in all I think we have a wonderful collection of memories, full of love & laughter.

oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree

A little face alight with wonder & hope, aglow with the coloured lights. Christmas time is magical, for young & old.

Teddy is feeling the magic of his first tree, we are feeling the magic of watching him.

hopeful wonder

You spend quite a bit of your time hanging onto the playpen bars around the telly, trying to get at the Christmas presents inside. I thought you were too young yet to experience the anticipation of gifts unopened...how wrong I was!

To somewhat sate your need, we opened a gift at the Christmas party today. It was a toy truck, your first gift this Christmas. You enjoyed equally the paper & the box, & have since warmed to the truck itself.

I know you will love every gift this holiday, as you love the people giving them...

tradition

I sit here tonight, busy with needle & thread, stitching a colourful design that will be the centerpiece of your Santa sack.

It is tradition on my side of the family that a child receives their gifts from Santa in a sack placed at the end of the bed, & sweets in the stocking hung nearby. These presents were allowed to be opened as soon as we woke on Christmas morning. Those under the tree had to wait until our grandparents arrived, usually around 10am. The waiting was a torture I remember keenly!

Teddy, you will not be receiving sweets for Christmas - this year or ever - from us at least. But you will receive a gift from Santa in your sack placed at the end of your bed, provided you have been good of course!

Your sack will be made by me, with love. I began late this year, optimistic it will be finished and thus I sit here stitching whenever you close your wee eyes in slumber. Speaking of, I had better continue lest it be next year by the time Santy has a place to leave your gift!