The magic of...

I love Christmas time. I love the hectic wrapping at the last minute, and the fact that there is so much to do in a very short time. I love that I can shop for gifts at midnight. I love watching the hordes of frazzled people hurrying along, towing their children, who really should have been in bed hours ago. I love the smell of Christmas. The energy of excitement is palpable.

Is there anything more magic when you're a small child than running through a Christmas tree farm? Where the trees are so thick you don't know which way is out, but that doesn't matter because you know if you just close your eyes, a tiny wood nymph will appear to lead you through the maze...

Children glow at this time of year. Watching Ashden as the Christmas tree was brought inside, hearing Connah tell me every morning when he wakes up "There are only this many sleeps left" as he holds up his little fingers - they are glowing.

It's Christmas eve, I am at my parents house, my boys are both sleeping, and Mark has taken off in the fire engine with my father and his friends to celebrate Christmas eve by blowing up airbags. (Where do a bunch of middle aged men (and Mark) acquire enough airbags to make for an entertaining evening of exploding stuff? Not to mention how or why.... I fear a few beers were involved.... ) Ah Christmas...., fire engines, explosions, and beer.... what more could a guy ask for?

And so I sit, under the twinkle of Christmas tree lights, listening to a Christmas movie that's playing on T.V, and smelling the Christmas cookies that Zoe is baking. All I need now is a hot-buttered rum to complete my Christmas atmosphere...I think I'll google a recipe now :)

Merry Christmas!


xox