growing up

Santa doesn’t live here anymore

9 November 2010

I’ll miss his visits, but it’s time. Santa doesn't live here anymore

I know it’s time. It’s just…well…you know..a little bit sad. You see I enjoyed being his helper. I’ve loved every minute of the past 17 Christmas Eves. Often it would be close to midnight when I’d sit down and unpack the goodies. I’d have a nice glass of wine, and I’d feel soft and motherly knowing my babies were fast asleep, and dreaming of Santa and elves and baby dolls, and Thomas the Tank Engine. I’d carefully undress the items. Pulling off The Warehouse or Toys R Us packaging, and hiding the recipts at the very bottom of the kitchen bin.  Read more... (532 words, 1 image, estimated 2:08 mins reading time)

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Gone

2 September 2010

Where the hell did the time go?

I sat with you as you ably discussed your college course with your tutor today. You were polite, and quietly confident.  I couldn’t help remembering your first day at school. As I remembered that day all those years ago, you changed before me. Before my eyes your legs shrunk back to the those little podgy calves, the bristles on your chin replaced by a five year old’s freckles, your man’s hands back to the fingers that struggled to hold the wriggly pencil.  Read more... (759 words, 1 image, estimated 3:02 mins reading time)

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