Merry Christmas! It was a wonderful one, despite your dad and I getting the brutal cold that raced through the city this December. Oliver, you came to the rescue when on Christmas Eve morning, you woke up early to go downstairs to make us these “Owl Face” fruit plates (passion fruit as noses). You were so proud, and hugged us a million times as we ate our bounty.
One of the presents you guys gave to your dad Christmas morning was homemade shaving cream with coconut and jojoba oil, shea butter, and peppermint and rosemary essence, sealed with closed-eyed kisses and wishes. That there is some pure goodness. Also it is the craftiest thing I have ever done in my whole entire life.
On Christmas Eve, GG called to say that according to NORAD tracking, Santa was well on his way. Georgia, you are not Santa’s biggest fan (you’re more a reindeer girl) so you were happy to misunderstand “tracking” as “trapping.” "Where did you trap Santa, GG?” you asked excitedly. “In a jail?”
Come to think of it, George, O's drawing a little earlier in December might have helped with your suspicion of Santa:
Just a guess.
We gave you lots of art supplies for Christmas, but I will admit that I had a vested interest in getting them into our house; I adore drawing with you. Last night I made this guy. I’m pretty proud of him, whatever he is (a ghost?). As Georgia says when she spots someone kind, "I like his face."
O, your present to Georgia was a tiny stuffie dog she had seen at Tiggywinkle’s and fallen in love with, and G, you gave O a set of Pokeman cards he had wanted for ages. You were thrilled with each other and your excellent choices.
It was a wonderful Christmas, despite our stuffy noses and the nearly total absence of snow. I think the reindeer thought so, too.
PS: Georgia, I had a great night with you a few days before Christmas. We lay in bed doing rhymes and then you stopped, took my face in your hands, and said “Mum-mum, I love you so much I could gobble you up.” You asked me to snuggle closer, closer, closer so you could fall asleep. Mum-mum is the best name ever.
PPS: Oliver, I am so into your tree-sprouting Santa. And everything about him.