Of course I have left a space for a wonderful picture of 3 rather full stockings after Santa had been.
The Journalling is
The story of the Stocking.
Harley-David was the first to get a stocking. He was bought one of those huge stockings with his name on it. When Sarah-Jayne came along you could no longer get them so I made hers. The same followed with Dominic and then of course Beth had to have one too. Santa drops a pressie in it on Christmas Eve morning then of course he filles them on Christmas Eve when he does his rounds. They hold about 20 small gifts & they are opened on our bed very early in the morning on Christmas day
Once I get the picture of Christmas Eve below printed I will add it to the yellow side. The journalling reads:
"Because our Christmas Day is shared by so many when the children became old enough to buy us presents we started the tradition of having our private time on the afternoon of Christmas Eve to open personal gifts. This still continues and we love this hour in the madness that is Christmas."
Below this is the Quote from Clement c Moore: twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring-not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Boxing day: A day to have a lie in. After that long day that is Christmas day there is no alarm and no hurry. We sleep till we get up and then we head for Martin's for a buffet and a lovely afternoon of chat, playing games and spending time with the younger children when they can just play.
Journalling: Christmas sure plays havoc with sleeping patterns. I am sure that leading up to the big day I live on nervous energy as preparations often go on late at night. A typical Christmas Eve means we finally sleep at about 2AM. negotiations mean we might sleep till 7am! Once the big day is over we look for opportunities to lie in or catch 40 winks when we can. This year I managed 90 mins on christmas day! not like me.