Matilda had been invited to her nursery's Christmas party today. When we arrived the tables were all laid out with bright colourful tableware and the whole room had lots of Christmas decorations in.
When I arrived to collect her (and to meet Father Christmas) she had obviously had a great time with chocolate smeared all over her face. I was handed a bag with cards for her and some other goodies. The kids were wild, all lined up and waiting for Father Christmas to come by singing a song that ended in them all screaming "FATHER CHRISTMAS!" at the top of their voices. Tilly was high too and was squealing until he arrived, as soon as he walked in through the door, he bent down to shake Tilly's hand and then she started bawling. Oh dear.
After a while, we went into the room where he was sitting in a big chair and collected her present. Tilly cried every time she looked at him and hung on for dear life.
When we got home I opened the bag to find 18 Christmas cards all for Matilda! Blimey. We opened them all and she had the best time looking at each one, then picking up another and then another . . examining them all. I think in total it was for about an hour. Certainly the best present and it's not even Christmas yet!
