Mummascribbles – The magic has begun! – Mummascribbles

Christmas. Just remember back to being a child yourself and about how ruddy exciting it was. The whole lead up,  Christmas eve and then the big day itself.  Waking up and checking the end of your bed to see if Santa had come in the night. Opening your presents in a frenzy to see what you’d received and waiting so very patiently until after dinner to open the ‘tree presents’ – tell me that wasn’t just us?!

As you grow older it all changes a little bit, your older siblings might move out, grandparents and sadly parents may pass away and suddenly Christmas isn’t quite the same as it used to be. The magic spark isn’t quite as bright. That is until…

You have children!

And oh my God that spark comes back. Not at first. Not straight away. Of course it’s very special but that first year they have absolutely no idea what’s going on and are far more interested in where their morning milk is over the opening presents!  Zach was only three months old on his first Christmas and found the whole thing quite a bore!

The second year, all they will really care about is wrapping paper and cardboard boxes. He was one year and three months old and was more interested in the wrapping paper and cardboard boxes than the presents itself.

Year three is definitely better.  It’s the first time that they really have any inkling as to who Santa is. That’s really when the magic started in our house. Zach was two years and three months old and I really went all out with making it the year that he started believing. We put homemade gingerbread men and milk out for Santa.  We left a special key outside the front door so that Santa could get in and leave the presents  (we don’t have an open chimney for him to come down), and we left a little note for him too. Zach went to bed so excited it was really wonderful to see. The present opening on Christmas day was far more enjoyable,  his little face pleased with every single thing that he opened. It was beautiful and I thought  (stupidly) that that was the most magic moment.

But no.

I was wrong.

This weekend, Christmas 2015 has begun in the mummascribbles house and we have one seriously excited three year old on our hands. This year is already sooooo different. We’d mentioned to him that we were going to put the Christmas tree up yesterday afternoon and it was a constant question thrown at us.

Are we putting the Christmas tree up?
After rugby are we putting the Christmas tree up. 
But maybe after Abigail’s party we can put the Christmas tree up.

Once we were home from said party and he’d calmed down after being taken out of the car whilst asleep  (why can’t he just transfer to the sofa like most kids?!), the immediate question was…yep you guessed it – can we put the Christmas tree up now?

So, we put the tree up and it was just amazing. Ok, so by the time the actual decorating had happened he’d got bored but he helped us put all the branches in place and was pointing to the top of the tree and saying – how are we going to make it explode. I don’t think he quite understood that we just take the branches down and spread them out but when he did he was like, ohhhhh!

Once it was up he said – look at our beautiful Christmas tree. Which he kept saying throughout the afternoon and also were the first words to come out of his mouth on Sunday morning when we went downstairs!

Then to top the weekend off, he met Santa!  Every year the other half’s company do a party for the staff’s children.  Half way through the party there was a special arrival – Santa.  Zach’s face when he spotted him coming through the door was priceless.  A look of amazement,  awe, utter disbelief. Santa had a present for every child and Zach waited patiently for his name to be called. My polite little munchkin walked round to get his present and said thank you santa. He’d even said to the other half when he noticed other children not saying thank you! Apparently he said, they aren’t saying thank you daddy! Bless his heart! He then got a sneaky photo with Santa as when I’d tried to take a photo,  someone got in the way!

On the way home and this evening he told us that his favourite part of the whole weekend was meeting Santa and when he walked into the front room again he said, look at out beautiful Christmas tree! The other half also told me that he’d asked Santa if he’d be dropping his presents at nannies house this year because that’s where we’ll be on Christmas morning and I told him this morning that I’d make sure I ask Santa to find us there! 

To say that the Christmas magic has quadrupled in size already this year is an understatement and it is SO amazing to watch him develop his love of Christmas. And with another four weeks to go, it’s bound to get even better.

It’s safe to say that by far, year four is definitely the best!