Happy presents

Well, the big day has arrived and surprisingly I was awakened by a morning text from Alex rather than at the crack of dawn by an excited child.
Following Ferguson's appalling behaviour in Lapland, I was resolute that Father Christmas would be giving him a miss this year but Alex, Caroline and my mum all thought it was a little harsh so with a last minute change of heart, he decided to visit. The prized gift was the much desired Spurs football kit. It was very cute to see his utter joy and excitment when he opened it!
My Christmas dinner hurt me despite the child sized portion, I even struggled with the micro helping of Christmas pudding!
Ferguson had a lovely day with Nanny & Grandpa & Noodle relished in scampering around chewing the Christmas wrap. As expected she destroyed one of her gifts in a mere few hours!
The gifts Alexander had given me, left me shocked and surprised at his perfect choosing and generosity!
The Mulberry bag that I have loved and coveted for as long as I can even remember was there beneath the wrap. How did he know?! (Perhaps just a very good guess....)
Perfume, chocolates, a cherry (my favourite) scented candle and an Erik Speikerman book were also gifted.
I had thought, and got the absolute impression that he hated my guts, so to receive such lovely thoughtful presents was really the very last thing I expected.
He had even told me that they weren't of any significance. (Made me pretty ashamed of the few token items that I had given him....)
I certainly didn't expect 1 present, never mind those of such loveliness.
It's certainly been a very different Christmas Day to the one 12 months ago. The past is the past and it's something I'm not prepared to dwell over anymore. I've reflected a lot over many past events and I accept that difficult times happen - life wouldn't be life without them. Those people who love you during your darkest days are the ones to spend your brightest ones with...
Small steps, baby ones even, but every accomplishment starts with the decision to try.