Father Christmas is amazing. How could he have possibly known that Maia needed a Tinkerbell costume? And yet, there it was, on her bed when she woke up on Christmas morning.
She whipped off her pjs and wiggled into the green and pink and glittery and furry dress (neglecting/refusing to put on any knicker-knacks) and proceeded to twinkle around for the whole day.
The beer and mince pies left out for Father Christmas had gone. The carrots and water left out for the reindeers had been eaten, and the reindeers had even left us a -ahem- 'souvenir' (crafted out of flour, coffee beans and glitter) on the grass.
Presents were opened about 12.30, which was pretty restrained. Highlights for Miss Maia were a puppet theatre complete with hand and finger puppets from Mummy, Daddy, Noonah and Papi, a complete (as in totally blows George's out of the water) pirate kit from the Holls and a face painting kit from HelenInAustralia. The afternoon was spent as a puppeteering, face-painted, pirate-hatted Tinkerbell. Which, if you ask me, is a pretty good way to spend Christmas.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment