So Santa has been and gone for another year.
My girls believe that he landed on our roof, shimmied down the drain pipe and came in through the laundry door – because we don’t have a chimney. Annabel was terribly concerned about this factor, waking me super early one morning not long before Christmas to ask me where our chimney was (bless).
I don’t usually do too much these days for NYE. Most of the time we spend it with friends in someone’s backyard, trying to suppress yawns after 9 o’clock and desperate for midnight to hit so we can head off to bed because with small children, one doesn’t have the luxury of a sleep-in on such occasions. This year is the exception to the rule (yay!) because I will be spending it with my girlfriends sans children (and hubby)at a house by the beach.
Happy New Year everyone! Let’s hope that 2011 is full of prosperity, adventure and good health for all of us.