Christmas time, mistletoe and.....beards

When I said in my last post that I have a thing for men with beards, I didn't believe for a moment that all my dreams would come true.

Look at his cheeky festive hand!

 We've had a festive weekend, and no, not just so I can indulge in fake white beards for my own personal pleasure.

I promised Father Christmas that I had been a good girl but Mrs Christmas pointed at my bump and snorted "I don't think you have my dear!". True, I can't deny it. Shenanigans have happened that make me slightly less good than usual, it's got to be said...

He even said I could sit on his lap, but I didn't want to break the poor chap's knee caps so I left that to the kids.

So we rode the Santa steam train:

 ....and we've been to a Christmas tree festival:

Fake plastic trees.............they were all merry and bright

This was my fave, a tree with a curry theme. Yummo.

You think you've seen it all, then they come up with this.
A poppadom bauble....

Even the angels were made of Indian takeaway menus. Genius.

And we've pigged out on roast  dinners and stuffed our faces with mince pies while all huddled up on the sofa watching The Goonies. I resemble Chunk more and more as each day passes.....

I am nesting nicely now and all my hospital bags are packed. Four days til due date. I'm so busy nesting, I haven't so much as sniffed the inside of a cherry tree shop though. Sorry to disappoint.

I am feeling so Christmassy, even though it looks like this where we live. It's still cold though. Brrrrrrrrr.