It was Fidget’s fourth Christmas; Little Man’s first.

Fidget, Christmas 2015

They slept: Fidget expectant, Little Man unknowing.
Sacks filled, we exhaled on the sofa and chilled till bedtime.
Santa washed down his cookies with room temperature milk.
All was quiet, peaceful.

6am and our three-year-old alarm informs us of Santa’s stopover.
Christmas morning had arrived in a flurry of excited chatter and running feet.
As wrapping paper confettied our Christmas Day like snow in a globe, we laughed, we played.

Little Man Christmas 2015

Fidget sang festive songs and Little Man gurgled his accompaniment.
As Christmases go this was a merry one for our little family.