Grace got so many presents it's lucky we did a clean out before and after moving. We made her open the presents from us first so that they got a look in. Even so the avalanche of gifts tends to make us both a little tense. Really though, it was all OK and the things she loved have been pretty well spread across the givers. Biggest hits so far were the doll from her Tasmanian grandparents and a book I bought her at the last minute from the social club book ordering service at work, Puff the Magic Dragon with accompanying CD. (Actually, if it comes up again I might buy another couple and put them away in my secret present cupboard for unexpected birthdays - very charming and would be a safe bet with the 2 - 5 set I think). There were some other gifts of note, the Gumby DVD Gerard bought over the internet from the US fan club which we watched together enfamille. Grace found the ones with bad dreams populated by the dough monster and robots a bit scary and decided that Daddy should have the DVD back. We've had a talk about bad dreams and that if scary monsters come, she just has to call out and mummy or daddy or nana will come and and protect her, with a stick (her words) if necessary. The portable white board from dad, the kooky fridge magnets from aunt betty and uncie mo have also been on high rotation. Although there has been some banning of textas for drawing on the furniture (I know, I am so mean). There are also some beginner embroidery supplies from mum and a whole lot of art supplies that I've put away for later. Gerard liked his videos, especially the Bruce Springsteen concert one and I love my book (The Slap, by Christos Tsiolkas) and the plants from mum and lance. And everyone likes getting a box of champagne (from dad and nina).
Anyway, as usual, we did nothing much on Boxing day. I love how the period between Christmas and Boxing day lends itself to utter idleness. Indeed I think it's one of the best bits of a good Christmas. Grace and I ate leftover sago plum pudding with cream for my breakfast and her morning tea. We watched dvds and went to the park. On Saturday, I slept in late again and then went to the pool by myself, swum laps and lay under a big tree reading my book. It was excellent to see all these people having fun at the pool. Indeed it was so excellent that I went back home and got Grace who had by that stage awoken from her nap. She loved it and had a great time playing with some other kids. I thought of the walk we did around the pool last year and of her looking inside from outside and just got goosebumps. So we went to the pool again today. And I'd go again tomorrow if I didn't have to work. And sleep in late again if I could. And read books on warm days under the slow swirl of a ceiling fan. It truly is the life. Sigh.
But yes, Christmas this year was pretty good. Hope yours was too.