These two sweet dream houses were ordered by a local primary school for their end of term party.
The look on the 60 children’s faces when I walked in to their classrooms with the gingerbread houses was priceless. The clamour of voices churping ‘how did you do that?’ ‘Can i eat it now?’ ‘I want ALL of it,’ ‘Wow,’ and ‘it’s AMAZING!.’ brought back so many memories of my own over-excitable chatter around Christmas.
I remember being a child when Christmas was breathtakingly magical. I remember the tree being mesmerising with it’s red baubals, white bows and twinkling lights. I remember the tradition of getting the tree with Dad and putting it up as a family – Dad on lights, Mum on bows, me and my brother on baubals.
I remember the anticipation of Father Christmas coming keeping me up late into the night listening for sleigh bells. I remember putting out port (Father Christmas’s favourite apparently) carrots and mince pies last thing at night and racing to check first thing in the morning that they had gone, even though Father Christmas had clearly been as there were presents everywhere. I remember just needing to know he’d stopped for a snack!
I also remember storming into my parent’s room at 5am every single Christmas day for years totally overwhelmed with excitement that I had made it through the long, long night and now it was finally, after a whole year of waiting CHRISTMAS DAY!
Time has moved on and I have my own child now.
The thought of being woken at 5am on Christmas day doesn’t seem quite so appealing! I bet it’ll be worth it to see the same look or pure joy and excitement on my baby’s face that I must have had years ago.
I still love Christmas, and i am going to love, love, love seeing my little man love Christmas. I just hope I can make Christmas as magical a time as my parents made it for me.
The lady who commissioned the pieces sent me this AMAZING picture! Doesn’t it make your heart smile?Share on Facebook