I want some of this vitality, some of this joy of living, some of this perfect ability to live in the moment. Not that I don’t love life, not that I’m not happy. I am…in spades. I know I’m blessed. But this level of loving life is filled with jubilation and exuberance at a level I barely remember. I want to savour every moment of it on their behalf, lest they forget.
Looking for Father Christmas.
Not too sure where he is though.
Don’t worry L.J I’ll get you there even if I have to drive to the North Pole.
Found him, and all is well. He promised to turn up at our house with my Lalaloopsy Tree House and a real flying helicopter for OJ.
Okay kids, let’s get home and have a giant piece of gingerbread. Gluten free for me please. Oh what the heck I’ll take regular gingerbread and a little Christmas magic. You have plenty to spare methinks.
And may there be lots of Christmas magic in your world too.
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Elle, the children sparkle with your wit, good looks, and charisma. They are quintessentially British in a very American way!