When I was a tiny tot, I can clearly remember getting up on Christmas Day before the crack of dawn. I can remember lying in bed so excited that I thought I was going to explode. The presents in the pillowcase at the bottom of my bed sitting there with endless possibility.
Therefore, I was very shocked when my children only managed a 6 AM wake-up. Fifi didn’t notice her presents. We bought her into our bed and she had her milk and kicked her dad for quite a long time. In fact, until I could wait no longer and got some Peppa Pig figurines from the sack for her to unwrap.
Toddler boy woke up, missed his presents and I had to return him to his room to point them out. We then bought then into our bedroom and a frenzy of present opening commenced. Frankly, I could have wrapped up empty cardboard boxes as it wasn’t the contents in as much as the opening that was key in all of it. Being over-indulged we had left a lot of things under the tree downstairs and a bike in the hallway for Boy. So shortly we moved downstairs.
The first thing Boy failed to notice was the bike, it was on about the third outing to the hallway with his dad pointing at it when he finally fell in. He was mildly interested, however there were presents under the tree. A job to be done. I was disappointed, it was sort of like a swan-song that goes wrong. Much anticipated faces of glee and nothing. Nevermind, the Armouron outfit (which incidentally took the hubby about half an hour to construct) proved a massive hit.