(photos taken with a mixture of my DSLR and iPhone)
Tom found all those Fisherprice cars and accessories in an eBay bundle for around £11. The kilt Wilf is wearing can be explained here and the unicorn was a gift from my sister Serin (who also hand knitted it's two outfits).
We spent Christmas day with Tom's family a little outside of Bristol. Tom's mum picked us up around 10.30 which meant we had the morning to open our stockings and a few other bits just us three. Wilf had woken at 6.30 (when the 'yellow sun' on his grow clock comes up in his room) and instead of the usual 'mummy! daddy! it's the yellow sun!' we got 'mummy! daddy! there are presents on my bed!' he ran into our room clutching his stocking tight as tight with a look of glee and astonishment on his little face. It really was a wonderful moment, i would say I would treasure it forever but I know next year he will be just that little bit more excited, I already can't wait!
I don't have many Christmas traditions from my childhood but the stocking at the end of my bed is one of them. I still remember waking in the night, squinting in the darkness and seeing my stocking bumpy and budging with the presents inside. Testing myself to practise restraint and wait until morning, waking again and opening 'just that one' or whispering to my sister in the bunk bed below that Father Christmas had been! We always waited until 6am (as was the rule) before waking our other siblings and running into our parents room to show them our spoils.
As it seems to happen every year I feel like Christmas suddenly arrived and we've only just got ourselves organised before it is over. I spent Christmas eve in a bit of a festive slump as I debated with Tom that we should even be celebrating a religious festival at all if we are not part of the religion (I know, I know) but there is nothing like spending the day with a two year old to make you remember what the festive season is really about.
I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas! xx