|The cutest reindeer in the world|
Then came Mockmas Day. The tradition in my family is to be woken up at 7am by my child-like siblings, who put a musical reindeer inside the bedroom door as an annoying form of alarm clock. The reindeer has been thrown down the stairs in anger several times over the years, and so received backup this year in the form of a singing Christmas penguin.
Our wake up call was far less annoying, as we were woken up by Lydia. She doesn't tend to cry in bed when she wakes up, instead making noises and blah-blah-blahing to herself.
|Lydia, dressed as Mrs Santa,|
sitting on the quilt made
for her by Auntie Steph
One particular present stood out - my sister Steph had made a quilt for Lydia, with various coloured patches, and her name sewed into the quilt. A lot of time must have gone into making the quilt - you can read about it in my sister's blog , The House of Steph), so thanks Auntie Steph!
The big Mockmas lunch was next up; the usual giant turkey, potatoes, parsnips, stuffing, pigs-in-blankets and vegetables all piled high on our plates. I savoured every mouthful. Delicious. We followed this up with Christmas pudding and cream, then my mum brought out the chocolates. It seems no matter how full I am, I can always squeeze in a bit of chocolate.
The next day (possibly called Mocking Day) Chris and I went out for a meal at an Indian restaurant in Stevenage old town with my friends. It was good to catch up with everyone again, made even more enjoyable by stuffing my face with a sumptuous Indian feast.
Merry Mockmas to all, and to all a good night!
|The red star tree decoration I made when I was 4 years old|
hanging proudly at the top of the Christmas tree.