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Southport, Queensland, Australia
Saturday, December 24, 2011
I have no idea where the morning disappears to. We do some late blogging, lay the foundations on our gingerbread house and that’s it, it’s lunch time. We must have done something else but we can’t remember – so I can only assume we played Fireman Sam. We do a lot of that.
We head out to Pacific Fair Shopping Centre and buy things we don’t need. You have to do this on Christmas eve, it is the law. We buy a few little presents for Woody (totally unnecessary), fail to find Rex the Dinosaur from Toy Story, look for somewhere to buy some drinks and then out of the blue I buy 3 pairs of swimmers. Now, I had seen some swimmers in a magazine I liked, and I did want to look at them, but I was not expecting to buy 3 pairs (2 of which are almost identical). But I am over the moon with these purchases and very much feel like Christmas has come early.
Elwood is majorly out of sorts. He is whingy one minute and super lovely the next. We get a few bits (because that is what we do) and we head back to the car to minimise melt down opportunities. I suggest we go and see Santa in Surfers as rumour had it he would be arriving by boat, but Woody said ‘please no, can we just go home?’. So we did.
At home Woody just wanted to lie on the sofa. We asked him to choose a Christmas movie, which he was very excited about. He chose a movie about a group of Dinosaurs who lose their homes in a meteor shower. Not very christmassey and not what we had in mind.
We eat dinner and Woody says his ear is hurting. I would normally pay more attention to this, but if he does not want his dinner he is prone to saying that something hurts. He picks at some bits and we decorate the gingerbread house. I realise he really does have a sore ear when he is still talking about it, and he has not monstered all the sweets whilst decorating the house.
Woody writes a note to Santa explaining he does not want presents left under the tree – could they all go into his bedroom, please. He hides his stocking from Santa as he just wants Santa to leave presents on the floor by his bed , and then he hides a DVD which he thinks Santa might want to take. We leave out biscuits for Santa and the reindeer and Woody heads off to bed, satisfied that he has left clear instructions for Santa. (He has insisted on leaving Santa’s snacks and his note to Santa out the front of the house.) It’s all a bit odd really.
He falls into a restless sleep and we skype the Joycees of Billericay . Woody wakes up and is screeching that his ear hurts and is grabbing at it. This is not good. We give him some paracetemol and after about 30 minutes of yelping, he is falls into a restless sleep. Things are not good for a good not sleep and a carefree Christmas day.
When he is back asleep we chat some more to the Joycees and watch Isla Bear perform some pretty impressive magic tricks. We are sitting back, having a drink, and chatting with friends – life is good.
We have a few bits left to do tonight; tidy up a bit, pack the bag for the beach, and arrange our skype schedule for tomorrow!
We are looking forward to a relaxed day , with just the 3 of us tomorrow, and our big Christmas wish is for Woody to feel better in the morning. (And world peace, obv)
Happy Christmas from all of us to all of you. Much love x
