It is getting festive isn’t it?
The one nice thing so far about the whole season has been the children giving me their Christmas lists.
We have explained to them that Santa is in slightly straitened circumstances again this year. Last year it was because we were saving for the house. This year it is because we have bought the house and now we’re about to embark on a massive garden renovation.
They have taken this to heart – with utter equanimity, and produced lists of such startling modesty that I am overcome at how lovely they are.
The children – not the lists.
Oscar’s as the list of the youngest child, is slightly less modest, as he has no more idea of what things cost than fly through the air, but he has done his best, and his eccentric spelling more than made up for things.
He would like, for example:
The last olimpeeon seedees.
The heros of alimpus seedees.
The olimpeeons live on alimpus you see?
Tallulah’s list is terrifyingly scant (which, in previous years, would have made me suspicious – but this year just confirms that she is actually growing into rather a lovely human bean), and the thing she covets most?
an electric pencil sharpener
Because: ‘I hate bending over the bin all the time mama, sharpening, sharpening, sharpening…’
It makes it sound like a Sisyphean task in which we add extra misery by making Derek flick her with tiny, burning whips.
Sadly, this is not the case. It is merely that she is bone idle when it comes to pencils.
Well, Tilly’s heart’s desire is:
A Hufflepuff hat (preferably knitted by elves)
I’d best get on it then…