That's what the blog I remember reading in the lead up to B1's first Christmas said. Apparently, they will be the silly little things your children look back on and smile at, that they'll continue if or when they have their own children.
It all sounded rather quaint at the time, but no one mentioned that at some point in the future you'd be loaded with a random viral infection, feeling incredibly sorry for yourself and you'll be stuck with an elf who needs to get up to some sort of mischief, an advent calendar that needs some sort of do this random Christmas craft note stuck in it and a load of Christmas trees to cut out so you can catch up with the random Christmas craft your kids should have done the day before, but you'd underestimated the amount of preparation it would take.
The elf found himself dressed as a Creeper, the hastily scribbled note in the craft advent calendar told the kids to do a page of their activity book (cheating, but thank you, Aldi. It may turn out to be the best £1.99 I've spent this year) and half the trees for the Christmas cards have wonky stars.
I then scarpered up the stairs to bed. An empty bed. In a hastily thought out plan I'd agreed to B1 and B2 having a peepover (I probably should correct B2, but it is rather sweet) in B1's room and their dad was out for the night. It all worked out rather well in the end!
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