I recently found in a Queanbeyan charity shop a 1980 copy of The Night Before Christmas which I'm looking forward to reading to my one-year-old nephew on Christmas Eve. (I actually thought the book was older than that - 1980 sounds like yesterday - but it is 43 years ago, so practically vintage. Anyway, I digress.)
So, I expect my blond-haired, cherubic nephew to sit quietly and listen the whole way through the book and not wriggle off the couch 10 seconds in to go and try to pull another ornament off the Christmas tree ...Who am I kidding?! In any case, with a one-year-old in the house, Christmas will be nothing short of magical.
