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Chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf

I'll probably never be Santa again after tonight. I don't ever intend to have children of my own, you see. But tonight - for one night only - I am he.

I'm 29 years old, and it's finally been decided in our house that it really is time now to let go of the Christmas morning stockings. And for this one last year, as a way of marking the passing of the practice, we decided to invert it (very Saturnalian!). So Charlotte and I have just spent a lovely half-hour sitting together in the lounge, sipping Rémy Martin, chatting, and stuffing chocolates, hankies and satsumas into big fluffy socks. One for Mum, one for Dad. They're laid out now on either side of the fire-place, ready for the recipients to come down and find them in the morning.

I suppose this is the growing process in a nutshell, isn't it? As a child, you experience the magic. As a young person, you see the reality behind it, but still play along for the sake of its more prosaic benefits. Finally, you become the source of the magic yourself. I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.


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Dec. 25th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)
Happy Holidays,and don't worry there will
be even greater traditions in the years to come!


Dec. 25th, 2005 02:10 am (UTC)
Reading that made me feel very sentimental. We still have stockings for the whole family, and I hope we always will. Glad you've come full circle, though!
Dec. 25th, 2005 07:54 am (UTC)
you become the source of the magic yourself

Many a true word is spoken in jest...
Dec. 10th, 2012 07:39 pm (UTC)
What a lovely old memory to link back to this is.
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