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Date: 25 December 2006 00:13:30
I sit here waiting to hear Santa tiptoe into Smudgelet's room. It was like a gift from Grandad to give us Christmas together when we had been so sure it would be a disrupted day. But energy levels are low, of course, and the house is far from Christmassy.... apart from the wonderful Christmas tree next door which Smudgelet and Uncle (scrooge) D put up and decorated yesterday.
The well-travelled Christmas gifts had been sent ahead of us to my sister's as we knew that that was where Santa was planning to call for the boys. Wrapped in a rush, the presents were organised in a box so that I would remember which was which and could label them later. Good plan. Shame I didn't tell my sister! When they brought the box back on Tuesday ready for a Christmas at home, she had reorganised the presents so as to fit more into the box. So tonight we were faced with a jumble of gifts, totally unrecognisable. At 11.30 this evening we were busy unwrapping and re-wrapping .. and I was battling tears of exhaustion and grief as I found myself writing labels for gifts from Grandad. And then what happens? Smudgelet wakes and needs the toilet at midnight, so here I am waiting for Santa to have chance to deliver his stocking.
Hope the man in red doesn't mind that I nicked his sherry.