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For the first time in forever, someone wrote their own letter to Father Christmas, phonetically. After Excalibur wore his silver harness and crossed the Rainbow Bridge, we tearfully made our way through Christmas Eve, making reindeer food in the most haphazard way ever, and putting our sign out, so Father Christmas would know where we…
On Friday night, IBM Father Christmas visited the IBM Clubhouse. He’s not THE Father Christmas, he’s special. We wandered through his magical grotto after checking in with his elves. The Christmas village was beautiful. Every year I vow to start one of our own. We met the jolly man, who gave us a mosaic…
We saw “IBM Father Christmas” yesterday. Yes, that’s his name. He brings presents to all of the boys and girls of IBM parents, then he goes off to help the normal Father Christmas, apparently. He also provides a magic show, disco, face painter and card making station. He’s pretty amazing.
Dear Hero, Merry Christmas, tiny one. How the time has flown by. I have to remind myself that you’re still a baby – and yet you’re so headstrong already. You’re the most contented little boy – feeding brilliantly, sleeping like no baby we’ve known, and bursting our hearts with your smile each time our eyes…
Every year we chop our own tree. We had real trees in our home occasionally whilst I was growing up, but we never felled them ourselves. It’s a family tradition now and every year we head out with our old saw and gloves to find our perfect spruce. The mister usually cuts it down and…
![The Christmas Tree Farm [2014]](https://keep-up-with-the-jones-family.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Jensen-tree.jpg)
It’s just a field. A field that grows magic. The tree farm. We don’t know what it’s called, and we don’t know how we found it. They don’t advertise…and they always ask us not to tell others. And with gloopy mud puddles, jewelled cobwebs and mystical weeds, we find Christmas here, every year.