Pie Eyed

It is a rite of passage.  We set up Santa Claus.  Carefully establishing each detail; emphasising every aspect like an illusionist priming an audience for the Prestige.

The mince pie.

Something for Rudolph.

The empty empty stocking.

Needless to say much of the excitement lay with us.  And helped to explain why S had an uncharacteristic lie-in this morning.  She left us adults to sit expectantly in our dressing gowns until she stirred.

The pastry crumbs, the carrot stump, the sack full of presents and the Delight of a Child’s Christmas.

Made me feel like a proper grown-up.

Comments

[Mrs RW]

Just wait 'til there's two of them: "Mummy, Daddy! Wake UP!! Santa's been" and this is at 4 o'clock in the morning...yes, I guess you ARE a grown-up now.

[Carlton]

I can't wait, Mrs RW! Ear muffs might become the order of the day.

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[Fraser]

But ... why?

[Carlton]

I think it's the responsibility for the pantomime, Fraser, taking over the role our parents played for us. That or the fact I quite like mince pies and Port...

c