My beautiful little fantasy of the whole family happily erecting the Christmas Tree, hanging decorations, whispering excitedly, assisting each other with placement advice, whilst humming carols was dashed when I returned from the yards this morning to find the job done and dusted. The tree was up, candles placed on any flat surface deemed suitable, wreaths hung and a selection of empty boxes and bags strewn across the loungeroom floor. Admittedly I was delayed a couple of hours, having found two new babies in need of some assistance to find the 'milky' end of their mums.
So, moving right along to Plan B of family togetherness. The harmonious gathering together of children to partake in the delights of Christmas baking. And it actually went quite beautifully. Maybe a little 'goodwill' and 'peace to all' is settling over us, along with the dust.
Or just maybe I'm getting a little more tolerant.
What's a little mess?
A whole lot of fun.