Christmas Yumness!

I can’t compete with my sisters Christmas biscuits but we had a bit of fun making marshmallows on sticks!

I don’t think I fully appreciated how hard they are to make!



Family Traditions: No frenzy, no Sir…

This is a rule, a traditional rule in this house… It works well for us and makes the effort worthwhile.

Only one person may be opening a present at any one time….



And yes, this means that we can make the present opening last all day, either side of Christmas Lunch, sometimes after tea and occasionally have some put bu for boxing day too…

We all watch each other opening our pressies and if we wish to, we stop to play. If one of us has to leave the room for any reason all pressy opening stops.

There is no frenzy and all presents are appreciated and examined before moving on.


Family Traditions: Nibbles for Santa!

My little sister made this plate for Santa after my son was born, of course the smalls will think we have always had it, it’s part of their Christmas tradition now.

I still think she got the milk bit wrong, I’m sure as magical as Father Christmas is he would be fine with a small port or a large brandy… he can be sloshed all Christmas Day like the rest of us can’t he 😀

Family Traditions: Logistics….

How can Father Christmas get around the world to all the children in just one night and what happens as we have no chimney?

It’s a well know fact that in 4 days Santa will start his journey around the world, far from being impossible, this is a logistical possibility which is watched and enjoyed by our smalls every year.  According to NORAD he doesn’t experience time like we do, what is 24 hours to us might be weeks or months for Santa!  He starts on Christmas Day as it dawns in the South Pacific and then delivers his way across New Zealand and Australia then heads through Japan and onto the rest of the world… Of course, the children need to be in bed and asleep before he gets here! When they wake, they watch him deliver to all the children who have Christmas day start after we do.

It’s a complicated trip which we follow all Christmas eve with great interest, with intense discussions on time zones, calling out the countries and discussing the things the children there like to eat or what animals exist in the area that might see F.C pass over head.

You can find out more about this and enjoy it yourself here

We view F.C’s journey via our Wii internet on the telly, I think my daughter will be espeically pleased to see him arrive in Kentucky where her friend as gone for christmas as she’s a little worried that he might not find her!

We love that NORAD shows Father Christmas’s journey for the children of the world, it’s magical and I’d like to say THANKS! You guys rock xx

So yes, he can get here fine! The only problem being, is we have like so many houses these days, blocked up our chimney and stuck a huge bookcase in front of it!

So what do we do? We leave him out a key of course!!


Simple really!!

Family Traditions: The Tree and The Angel of Good Deeds

With 12 sleeps to go to the big day I have been musing a lot on our family traditions over the festive period, the job of making Christmas happen, work and be magical, falls to me in our house, as it does to many mothers all over the world, not Daddy’s fault at all, it’s his busiest time of the year.

I shop (which I hate) for both my family and his in the pressie department. I’m calendar manager, it’s up to me to make sure everyone is where they should be, when they should be, dressed correctly. I’m chief cook and bottlewasher too, so making sure I buy food at the right time to get £25 back from Morrisons is my chore too 😉 And I have to say *gloats* that there is one pressie left to buy and one King Herod costume to make, some lumpy cranberry sauce to buy (I bought smooth, it’s not the same you know).

Ta Da! *bows*

So now I can almost kick back, attend two nativities, have dinner out with friends on Wednesday and just chill a little…  okay maybe not, I get to make sure the magic happens…

So, family traditions… We have encountered a few already, my daughter and I sat down and wrote 45 Christmas cards… that was just the ones for school and nursery friends. I still have 40 odd cards to write to family and friends, I cut back this year.

We all went out Sunday and bought the tree, this is Daddy’s thing, I think cutting down a beautiful tree as a decoration is a little barbaric and putting it up inside your home is by far the most idiotic tradition I’ve come across… Any way… Daddy loves his big, smelly, beautiful tree and is a bit of a fuss arse in choosing (we visited 5 tree sellers, admittedly some of them wanted £40 for the dirtiest scrawniest excuse for a tree you have ever seen) We all have to agree on the best tree, although towards the end the daughter would have taken any darn tree just so she could have one! One garden center got my vote, they were serving mulled wine, mince pies and roast chestnuts! Yum! and the trees were nicer too *caching* tree bought…  It’s now taking up a stupid amount of room in our small sitting room.

So… the christmas decs got dragged out of the loft and the tree was made to look glorious as it dies (yep, I do have an issue with this tradition, I’m *dealing with it. *ignoring) and the children were given their new decorations which I bought from Bath Christmas Market, we buy something new every year, they put them on the ‘best’ spot and then were allowed to decorate the tree, with Daddy doing the high bits. I pulled out the decorations for the rest of the house and started placing them on shelves and hanging them. I also got out the metal Angel.

This Metal Angel was a gift from my step Aunt about eight years ago, I’ve never really found the ‘ideal’ spot for her as she stands quite tall and is bulky, she had to go somewhere high for the last five years as little fingers could get hurt on her.

Every year I take the Angel out of the Christmas box and she gets put ‘somewhere’ and then she can’t be found for a period of time even though we all look everywhere that Angel does a disappearing act, she’s off doing good deeds I like to think. One year she vanished for a whole 24 hours, this year it was only about 3 hours, she may have had a lighter load perhaps, she may still disappear some more. But go she did. Then suddenly she’s back, somewhere I know I have looked!

Every year, I’m baffled…

They better be great good deeds Angel.