England flipped the Christmas switch this morning. Nothing but jingle bells on the radio, and when I walked my littlest in to school (back from her days out ill, yay) she was greeted by this:
The hallway is dimly lit so the lights will shine out. There’s a tree. With an angel on top. There’s a nativity. There’s a Santa. There’s music. And – the Santa moves, y’all. It was a miracle (a Christmas Miracle) that I could get this photo. The scene was mobbed by driven-to-mad-excitement children, practically crying from the wonderment. And who am I kidding, I was so surprised and kind of grooved out I could hardly stand still to take a photo.
I thought I was doing pretty well to have found our advent calendar this morning and a packing-box-free corner to hang it. Oh, England, you are just a fantasy world of magic Christmas fairies, aren’t you?
(PS – My secular American self is disconcerted by the frank embrace of Christmas — not the Holidays — here in Christmas fairy land. It’s cool England, you’ve got your thing, but just for kicks I’m considering hosting a Festivus party come Dec 23rd. Wonder if we can do with the pole and the grievances, and skip the pinning.)