Ten o'clock and Molly is still wide awake, Louise is downstairs making my cashew nut roast for tomorrow and we're still many, many hours away from presents and stockings. I feel it shall be another long, long night and a far too early morning with minimal sleep in between the two. But it doesn't matter because it's all part of the fun of christmas, fun that we're not going to have for many more years because, like it or not, she's 9 now and we've maybe got another christmas after this of unflinching belief. After that it's secondary school and finding out the truth. Booooo.
Of course, this jaunty mood will dissolve into grumpiness about 3am when she's still not settled and Santa still hasn't managed to get the stocking in place. But we shall keep fingers crossed.
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