Merry Christmas To All And To All A Goodnight

 "Of course you realise there will be no stocking this year BA," I cautiously raised the subject as she lay prostrate and miserable on the couch with a low grade fever, swollen neck glands the size of golf balls and eyes which looked as though someone had used her for punching practice!

Her face fell. As far as it could considering the swelling.

Never mind that three weeks ago she snapped waspishly at me,"Reee-ally, Mum, you are the only parent who won't just give cash at Christmas! What is the matter with you?"

Never mind that the things of childhood hold little interest for her nowadays.

Never mind that she recently told me she thinks we'll be better friends when she moves out of home!

When push comes to shove, my Baby Angel is loathe to let go of the traditions of her childhood, and so tomorrow morning, there will be a little stocking and a letter from Father Christmas!!

Not quite the plethora of presents she has become used to, but enough to remind her that she isn't quite that big, yet.

Merry Christmas to everyone, from all of us here at The Flaming Sword!