The Christmas Buzz-zzzzz
byGetting the kids to bed on Christmas Eve is painful. At least, in this house.
Getting the kids to bed on Christmas Eve is painful. At least, in this house.
The best part of Christmas isn’t the ham or even the presents. The best part is family so don’t spend your day attempting a Nigella #ColesMoreChristmas
If you don’t like Christmas, turn away now, because I am about to go all Santa’s Elf on you. #ColesMoreChristmas
Who would you consider giving an Inspired Gift to this Christmas, and why?
I don’t know who’s in charge of Christmas decorations for the shire, but I suspect they’ve either got an overactive Aussie humour gland or they should have gone to Specsavers.
My wardrobe has been a bone of contention in this house for some time. Not with me, with Tracey. She thinks I dress myself without any thought whatsoever, but she’s wrong.
I was sitting at work today eating my lunch out of one of the kids’ pink lunch boxes. It was all a little exciting, especially as we’d run out of cling wrap so it was all individually wrapped in alfoil meaning the whole thing was kind of spaceman themed.
Last year we spent the weeks leading up to Christmas day preparing one of our children for disappointment and it seems this year will be no different.
“Come in here,” Tracey whispered to me when I arrived home from one particularly exhausting solo expedition to the grandparents. She was indicating the bedroom.
“Alright!” I thought to myself, all tiredness swept aside in a rush of adrenaline.
I should have known better.
I remember watching my Dad on Christmas morning sitting in a big chair behind us kids, a pile of presents growing larger on the floor beside him. Whereas we’d be tearing the paper off our gifts the moment they touched our fingers, most years he wouldn’t even have opened any of his by the time all the presents were handed out.
Have you and your kids watched Arthur Christmas yet? We watched it once then bought the DVD – it is that good. It’s one of those…