Saturday, 8 December 2012
Hunt for the snark...I mean tree
Our local Garden Centre Gordon Rigg is a Christmas institution...we buy our tree, we visit the donkeys, we look at the lights and we buy one or two decorations to add to the collection. We get our holly wreath for the door and I choose a big bunch of greenery for behind the picture frames. This year George is old enough to take it all in and loves it...squeaking and babbling at the trees, the lights and the donkeys...the look of wonder on his face makes it all magical again. That cliche about Christmas being for the children...I never bought it until now, but his amazement at it all yesterday took my breath away.