Journal Your Christmas

This time last week I was not so much on top of Christmas as had it pinned firmly up against the wall with its arm up its back, shouting "Christmas, you slaaaag!" Then sometime between me going back to work and Joe breaking his arm everything started to slide. I have yet to write a Christmas card, I'm still loads of presents short, and keeping up with JYC has gone out the window.

I had a catch up session last night and managed to pull back a few days, but they were all done at the gallop and under the influence so they are a bit skew whiff (and in one case a bit weird!). But I have to keep at it - if I fall too far behind I am doomed!!

Here is my fake tree. Sadly we have not yet bonded.



My 8 year old writing his annual list of demands. I'm not sure he truly believes in Father Christmas any more, or whether he's simply hedging his bets, but he insisted in writing a letter again this year. He also put a return address at the bottom, so that he could have it back to "check-off what he receives". Presumably he's planning a letter of complaint if he doesn't get everything on there then.




Small child attacking a pile of presents last year.

Now, I couldn't see straight by the time I did this one, let alone write straight, hence the wonky green writing at the back. I also struggled for things to be thankful for by the time I'd hit number 5. "The internet" was a serious contender at one point but I managed to dredge up a couple of other more traditional things I suppose I really should be grateful for. The writing at the back started out as a pious sermon on the evils of consumerism but ended up a bit of a ramble about how I do deserve to have a dish washer and a big screen tv actually and how shocking it is I don't have these things. It was late, I was pissed and being egged on by a friend who was working on her own Christmas journal and therefore, I suspect in the cold headachy light of day, probably did not have my journal's best interests at heart!!