Celebrating Christmas and the New Year with Aunties...

A small little present from one of my Aunties. Magic Snow. My Aunty

was helping my10 year old son Tim create a snowman made out of

powder and water. I like the little red shovel.

Our Christmas holiday is just about to end. The kids are more or less recovered from the flu and ready to go back to school. This means we're all gradually trying to get back to normality, with a few application forms to fill in, bills, homework, dirty uniform to wash and me jotting down a few important dates in my new diary.

Last Monday we visited our Aunties who live in the outskirts of London. We all love to spend time with them, especially just before the kids go back to school. It's a time to catch with all our holiday news and open the rest of our Christmas presents with them. 

The last of our Christmas presents sitting at the bottom of our Aunties 

Christmas tree. 

I looked out of my window and couldn't believe it was dull and miserable outside.

I don't want to go out. It looks cold outside.

It was chucking down, just as I opened our back garden door to let my dog out, to do her morning business.

Out! Out!

I knew she didn't wanted to go out.

Hey! You better not have any accidents in my room. 

I was only joking. I knew she wouldn't.

It's late already.

The kids made their way, slowly downstairs. 

Good morning everyone!

Mummy, is the central heating on?

I was just about to do it.

It's cold.

Me too.

It's raining. I hope it stops before we go to Aunties. Breakfast? 

Mummy can I have porridge?

Tim, get ready while I heat it up.

I can't move. It's too cold.

I'll give you five minutes to warm up and then-

Why does it have to rain. I don't want to go anymore.

Off course we are. They'll be happy to see us again.

Munequita sat quietly on her chair as she thought hard what she wanted for breakfast. 

Mum, could l take my new cello to show Aunties.

Off course you can.

A few minutes later. Munequita was slowly munching her cereal while she browsed on her I-phone Mummy looked at Tim and told him to go upstairs.

Tim, I want you to go upstairs and get changed. 

I'm too comfortable Mummy. I don't want to get changed. Not yet.

Your five minutes is up. 

Can't I have my breakfast first?

No. Not until you get changed. Time's ticking on. Tim! Upstairs. Now!

I will.

Tim slowly got up and walked towards the stairs while his sister finished her breakfast.

Wait! I'll race you up.

Tim began to laugh as they both raced up. 

One hour later... Older sister Muneca was in the kitchen while her boyfriend was upstairs. Mum was in the sitting room drinking coffee while she got ready and searched for her missing umbrella. 

Muneca could George give us a quick lift to Finchley Road Station?

He can't. He's tired.

Can't find my brolly. Have you seen it?

I haven't.

I  don't want my hair to get wet.

Mum, let me get you an Uber.

You don't have too.

It comes quick. Don't worry about the money.

Thanks.

Let me know when you're ready.

I will.

Munequita came down with her Cello and Tim came down with his rucksack.

We're getting an Uber.

Yay!

Is my Cello going to fit in?

Off course it will.

Is it still raining? Oh no! I don't want my lovely new Cello to get wet.

It won't... Munequita, have you got your vest underneath your top?

I have.

Tim, what about you?  

Did you hear what Mummy said.

I did. Don't forget your vest. It's cold outside.

Okay, okay.

Oh dear. When is it going to stop?... Kids, help Mummy find her brolly.

I don't want to look for it. I don't want to be late.

And Mummy doesn't want to get wet. 

Ten minutes later we were all on our way to Finchley Road Station, in a warm taxi as it continued to rain. The driver just about managed, to drop us just outside the station. 

Thank you driver. A Happy New Year.

And a Happy New Year everyone.

That's very kind of you driver.

We all ran into Finchley Road Station. We didn't wanted to get wet. 

Brrrr. It's freezing.

It was cold. Our train arrived on time just as we were on the platform.

Just in the nick of time. I don't think we'll be walking to Aunties house.

It's to cold. The bus takes too long.

I know, but we don't have a choice.

Can't you buy an umbrella along the way?

No.

Forty minutes later we were all huddled together keeping warm while we waited for the bus.

Mum, I know what my New Year resolution is.

What is it?

I want to get a new notebook and write all my dreams. 

That's wonderful, Munequita. So, is it like a diary?

It won't be every day. It's only when I have a dream. A nice dream. 

You could also use your imagination and draw all your lovely dreams.

I could.

What about you Tim?  Any New Year resolutions?

Well... he, he, he I saw an alien in my dream last night.

Copy cat. Mummy didn't ask you about your dream.

It's okay. Did the alien chase you?

Well... it  did. He, he, he. I ran as fast as I could, but didn't catch me. He, he, he.

Very funny. I bet you made it up.

No I didn't.

You did. 

No I didn't.

Both of you. Stop.

When is the bus coming. I'm cold Mummy.

Not long, I hope.

Do you want to know what Mummy's New Year resolution is?

Oh! The bus is here... 

My New Year's resolution is cutting down on chocolates and biscuits. I've had too many of them over the holidays.

Two hours later.. After Munequita played a few tunes on her Cello and Tim played the piano, we then opened a few presents with  Aunties... And guess what I got for Christmas from them? A big box of shortbread biscuits.

Shortbread biscuits are my favourite. Thank you Aunties. 

Me with my box of shortbread biscuits. Aunties got their new diaries

from me.

  

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