Today I took Molly to have her first photo with Santa. I knew deep inside that it was not going to go well. She has a hard enough time being in the same room as my grandfather let alone sitting on the knee of some big fat man in a red suit with a white beard.
I have to say I was quite surprised, I was expecting it to be to a horrendous experience. I imagined a queue 10 miles long filled with tearful screaming children, people dressed as elves, a shoddy looking Santa who smelled of scotch and a huge wait for the photos. Oh how I was mistaken! We waited in a very short queue and then before I knew it, it was Molly's turn. She was fine initially but after looking up at this rotund bearded man a few times she had sussed him out and was not happy. She let out a blood curdling scream and her eyes welled up with tears. Thankfully we were able to get a couple of decent shots and thus our mission was complete. I have to say Santa was lovely and did not reek of any kind of alcohol, the ladies who were doing the photos were all lovely and dressed in white t-shirts and black trousers and my photos were ready within minutes, a bonus of living in this marvelous digital age. On the whole, it was a really wonderful experience even though Mo did get a little teary.
My little monkey and I headed home. She was tired after her first encounter with Santa, but to my amazement I was equally knackered. Our trip to see Santa had taken the wind right out of me, I guess I may have gotten a little emotional. OK, I was emotional. A little tear may have popped out, it was after all her first photo with Santa and I was just so excited.
Later in the evening I was getting Mo ready for her bath. I was also on the phone to a friend. I had managed to do the womanly thing and multitask, but just as I was about to tell my friend that I had to go because I had a nude Molly in my arms, the little monkey decided she would take the opportunity to urinate on me. The funny thing is, I just said "Gotta go, Molly just wee'd on me" and then I bathed her and didn't even worry about my pee soaked singlet that, at that moment was sticking to my skin. I made sure that Molly was all good and bathed before I tended to myself. Her happiness (and cleanliness ha ha) is the most important thing now. She comes before me and I love it, because I love her.
Christmas finally has that magic feel to it again and it's because it's Molly's turn to experience it. For me, Christmas is not a religious thing, it's a time for family. Time for forgiveness and love. Time to take a moment and remember the ones that are missing from our lives, and sadly there are a few. I hope that we can instill a good sense of family in Molly. I hope that she is as grateful as I am for the amazing family we have, whether they be here with us or on the other side of the world or even with the stars. I want her to know that she will always be loved.
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