The magic of Christmas - 'poof' gone in a puff of pantomime smoke.
I say nearly.
There have been a few small fails, like the handmade stocking from last year being visible around the house all year until December when in vanished without a trace. Perhaps it was snaffled by an elf.
But the big one, the one that would have been an absolute disaster; the one that would have meant broken hearts and shattered dreams quicker than you could drop a bauble?
Well that starts with a post I didn't write.
Isobel watches a lot more telly than would probably be approved off, for me as she plays and sings and dances and is happy I really do not care. Another Mummy fail is that all her favourite programmes are on commercial channels sprinkled rather liberally with adverts; adverts Isobel also ways viewed as an annoying interruption to her schedule.
Until the end of November.
In November Isobel graduated to being impressionable and from somewhere she finally got the idea that all these things were available. Just in time for Christmas no less.
Ignoring this sudden exploration of ALL that is available, I blithly went ahead and bought little girl's Christmas presents.
Now, thanks to the wonders of Peppa Pig one of these I have got spot on.
The other, yes she has only asked for two things, is nothing like the gift I bought.
Isobel has not deviated from her desire. Santa popped into nursery yesterday, leaving his Reindeer on the roof of course, but he only gave Isobel a book.
Little girl return home excited by the visit, but along with Reindeer on the roof her top comment was the lack of the gift she really wanted.
A BIG MUMMY FAIL - my daughter's first proper gift request was not to be granted.
So, I did what all good mother's would. Went to the toy shop at 9am and using the very lasy of my pennies (really, i'm not joking here,) bought the appropriate gift (well my version of her choice - i.e. wooden not plastic).
and I bought a Santa sack for £1 in Poundland to replace the AWOL one.