Tuesday 24 December 2013

No Crib For A Bear

Well, it seems that once again this is not the year for a serious post about the meaning of Christmas.
Instead, here is 35 seconds of my children singing, because unless you're their grandmother I doubt you can take any more:


May all your bears have cribs - not just at Christmas, but tonight and every night, and may nobody tell you you're doing it wrong. I think you're doing a fine job.

Merry Christmas to all - it's been lovely spending this year with you.



6 comments:

  1. YOU DID IT WRONG. NO. YOU REALLY DID.

    I love you all. Merry Christmas dear friend....

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  2. Merry Christmas. And pardon my crass American-ness, but damn, those are cute accents. Only this is YOUR blog, so I guess I'M the one with the accent. I hope it's cute.

    My son wanted to know about the baby monkey in the song I was singing him. That would be "new born king," honey, not "new monkey." He was quite disappointed.

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  3. That is one fine chair. and they are getting so big! Happy Christmas to you

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  4. So cute! Hope you had a wonderful holiday!

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Over to you!