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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.



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6 comments:

  1. StyleSpy24 December 2013 at 21:54

    I love them so. And you, too.

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  2. Gretchen24 December 2013 at 21:59

    YOU DID IT WRONG. NO. YOU REALLY DID.

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

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  3. Wendy24 December 2013 at 22:12

    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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  4. Anonymous25 December 2013 at 09:52

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

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  5. Marcia (123 blog)25 December 2013 at 20:35

    heavens, but they are cute!!!

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  6. Cory and Molly5 January 2014 at 21:23

    So cute! Hope you had a wonderful holiday!

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Over to you!