Only two of my close family members actually celebrate Christmas and both had their own plans (all the rest of my family are very religious and think it is a pagan festival, hijacked by the western church but my view is 'and what a great idea that was too'). I think of this as a blessing in disguise, as it means we get to stay in London and do exactly what we want and not put up with the family squabbles and skeletons that seem to spoil some people's Christmases. Last year we also had the pleasure of one of our close friends joining us, so I got to make stockings and loads of food and keep their cups full and still enjoy Christmas alcoholic spirit as a bystander.
We decided to get dressed up as well, so make it seem extra special, so here are the boys, in their suits on Christmas morning playing with the sparklers they found in their stockings. Ah bless...
This one of hubbie is a classic, I imagine BB looking like this in the future when he is made to pose for pictures- fizzled out and unimpressed.
And here I am with a ghost of a BB bump:
I loved this Christmas, it was hubbie and I's last one as a two and not a proper three, that's why it will always be extra special- but I am looking forward to this year's, as now we have BB with us, we can regress even more!