As this Christmas card arrived from 'Step' Grandma I knew it was going to be todays Journal page. No letters to santa this year, my kids are adults. Christmas is a time for kids. The saddest thing of all about Christmas is when you suddenly realise there is no more pretending. Remembering the year of Mr Blobby. Korin was crazy for Mr Blobby. You couldn't get these soft toys anywhere and I kept telling Korin that Santa might not be able to get a Mr B because they were very rare. I manged to get her one. She opened it at one side of the lounge and hugged him and screamed 'IT's Mr Blobby' - and ran to the other side of the house and fell flat on top of him. OK, maybe you had to be there. Merry Christmas anyone who might read this.
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