I heard her talking today about things she wants to do for Christmas. They aren’t big things, just little ones. And some of them, I can’t even eat…
She wants to make and bake all the things she used to when our boys were little. I think she would even make all the Christmas ‘trimmings’ herself if she could. She remembers one year when they did just that… and they still have most of them. Even some little ‘presents’ for the Christmas tree… just little empty boxes that she wrapped up before the boys were born.
She says it is good to remember other days… and remember that what made them special was the love and the thought that went into them, not the money that was spent on things.
As long as that doesn’t mean she economises on my turkey, that’s okay. I’d rather have her to snuggle up to, than the biggest turkey ever… (though both would be nice… just mentioning that…).
And I’m not the only one who thinks so. Merlin’s two-legses, Anita and Jaye, remember a Christmas that went all inside out…
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