and we waited for Santa. With stockings hanging above the fireplace, a bedtime story about reindeer, and kisses filled with wishes of sweet dreams, we waited for the Little Mister’s first Christmas.
I wasn’t meant to buy many presents, because they’ll just have to go into boxes for shipping across the world anyway. But the Little Mister has been so very good this year, that I reckon he deserves some fun and games with wrapping paper tomorrow. I bet it will taste good. He tried to get into some of the wrapped up parcels tonight. But he gave up when he couldn’t figure out how to open them. Toys already out of boxes and on the shelf won. He didn’t seem that excited. Yet. After all, it’s only the night before Christmas, and he is only nearly one.
Happy first Christmas Little Mister.