On the eighteenth of Christmas my true love gave to me ....
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..... a guest post from Emmy's Mummy.
Will my Christmas Tree ever be the same again?
I love Christmas. Everything about it gets me singing Christmas songs, dancing around and being silly. I was like this pre-children however now they are here their excitement spreads.
Emmy's face is a picture when she see's pretty lights and decorated trees.
When the postman comes she is desperate to know if it's for her.
She get that Father Christmas will be coming and knows he comes through our front door as we don't have a chimney - we have a special Santa key which is left out for him.
She loves to help decorate the house ready for Christmas.
Lights are hung
Mistletoes ready for kisses
We hand make decorations every year and Daddy and her decorate the tree together - it will never be symmetrical as I would have done in pre-children days but it does look pretty.
Tinsel, baubles, lights and hand made ornaments.
It looks pretty and she is proud.
That is until whirlwind Harry awakes.
Baubles are scattered, bowled, bounced and thrown.
Lights and hand made decorations are broken.
Tinsel worn as scarves, belts, flung over shoulders or even used for tug of war.
The tree over turned too many times to mention.
This is our Christmas and I wouldn't have it any other way!
There will be years of prettiness to come when the both get older.
This is their way of embracing the festivities and they love it.
However, my poor tree has suffered - will it ever look the same again?
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