The boys are in bed being read Vanessa Cabban's magical book 'Dear Father Christmas', carrots artfully arranged in the garden and Father Christmas's tray filled with sweet offerings. I was most shocked because usually he has a beer when he visits but this year has instead requested water!!! The presents are wrapped and under the tree, stockings hung (albeit precariously) and a heavy, snoozy Christmas Eve feeling has descended upon us. No frantic making of anything tonight, just my feet propped up on the big, blue couch and a DVD. Early to bed too as I have a feeling the boys may not be too keen on a sleep in. Happy Christmas Eve xxooxxooxx.
