Round Two

Pearl had spent Christmas night with her grandparents, so this morning we headed out there to get her.  Fainjin dithered over what to take with him in the car – one of his several new fire-engines?  (several people fed that obsession!) or one of his new diggers/bulldozers/trucks?  He chose the bulldozer which, when a button is pushed, makes a variety of different ‘dozery noises.

More cousins had arrived late last night, so there was another round of present-opening to be done.  Pearl got a skipping-toy, one of those things you loop around your ankle and jump over as it swings around.  Fainjin got a set of eight (gasp!) toy monsta-trucks.  Babess tried to open hers, but couldn’t negotiate the sticky tape, so handed it to me impatiently, saying “Mama!  Open!”  I unstuck the tape and handed it back.  She wrestled with the paper irritably (too many late nights, not enough naps) but visibly melted when she saw what was inside.  “Babeee!” she cried.  The doll was still wired into its box, but she managed to put her arms around it and toddle around holding this large box and crooning, “Babee, babee”.  She was persuaded to surrender it to me, and lurked anxiously while I extricated the doll from its packaging.  Then she scooped it up again and carried it around for ages.  Her uncle and aunt were justifiably pleased with themselves for choosing the perfect present.

But the sight of my baby with her new baby wasn’t my favourite scene of the day.  Oh no.  My favourite would have to be the long, detailed, and very serious conversation between my baby brother (aged 30) and my eldest child, about fairies.  In particular tooth fairies.  He quizzed her as to their methods and techniques, and tried very hard to convince or trick her into telling him their “secret”, which apparently she knows from some book or other.  Pearl was too canny for him, and had an answer to his every question.  She even asked him, “What were fairies like when you were young?”

His fifteen-year-old self would have been mortified to think he would enjoy this sort of thing when he was grown up!  His grown-up self was rueful to find that he really did want to know what that secret was, and he still doesn’t know.  It’s something to do with what happens to all the teeth.

Another favourite scene would be the looks on the children’s faces when the adults unanimously decided that everyone would have pudding for lunch.  Out came the trifle, truffles, pavlova, and ice-creams (one commercial for the kids, one home-made).  They forgot that they had had ham-and-cheese croissants and/or vegemite crackers for morning tea, and their eyes were huge as they tucked into bowls of ice-cream without having to eat sensible food first.

Memories like this make a Christmas great.

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One Response to “Round Two”

  1. leechbabe Says:

    Now that is a fantastic idea. I think next time I have to host the family Christmas we will have dessert first 😀

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