It's getting a bit too laid back for Christmas around here. Nights are spent snuggling by the fire, well edging in around Pip and Olly, and knitting far too slowly some of the gifts I'm making. I'm thinking that Christmas might have finished by the time I realise I should be doing something about it all.
Somehow people have written cards and each time I'm given another I think I really ought to buy some soon.
We're thinking about getting the tree this weekend, so there'll be sparkles a plenty and a lovely smell of sprucy tree. What's the bet that a tree with swinging shiny things on it is too much for a young boy cat to bear. My last boy cat Bob used to pull the tree down by climbing it every night.
We've had the school Xmas Bazaar, now it's the play and Carol Concert to come before our visit to a man helping out the real thing. At ten this may be Eldest Bun's last year of believing in Santa, so I'm holding on to the magic even more. If she's like me she'll believe forever I'm sure.
Sandwiched either side of the Big Day are Mr Bun's and my birthdays. I'd better get a wiggle on and start sorting out his birthday present first don't you think?
Hope you're as calm with all your planning.