I detect a change in the Christmas culture of our home as Miss Puddleduck hands me a note. It says “Dear Mum, Can I have Frozen (with the capital F back to front) Peppa Pig Clothes please? Love …. [Miss Puddleduck]”. No more letters for Father Christmas then? This is the first year that they all know for certain he does not exist. However, it’s a bit awkward because my husband is convinced Father Christmas is real.
So she wants Frozen Peppa Pig Clothes. What are they? A little Peppa Pig outfit that you put in the freezer? Or does she want Frozen on DVD (she already has it), a Peppa Pig teddy and some clothes? I asked her what she meant. She wants some dressing up clothes like the characters in Frozen wear and some Peppa Pig dressing up clothes.
I pulled sorry faces at her and explained that a couple of weeks ago she had asked for something completely different. I have already bought her Christmas presents. “I know!” She said delighted and with the intonation of a light bulb moment “I can use my imagination instead”.
Yes! You do that, my girl. Much better than pre-made dressing up outfits which the Disney shop sells at ridiculously inflated prices.
Writing letters expressing her wishes makes a change from the other day when she informed me she was going to buy her own Christmas presents this year. I laughed and asked her what she wanted to buy for herself. Her imagination could stretch no further than “sweets”!