Happy approximate birthday Jesus, A.D. 2010.

Merry Christmas everyone. Happy birthday Jesus old mate. How many candles this year? Even with a margin for error, must be at least 2000, right? Oh, that's right: an immortal deity never reveals his age! Forgive me for asking. Awkward.

Anyway, Christmas at my house this year was a glittertastic celebration of pink barbie fairy princess butterfly ballerinas! Looking around after presents time, it was like a rainbow had exploded in the front room. Which was expected, of course. Especially after reading Winter's letter to Father Christmas:

Dear Father Christmas,

Can I please have a Princess Barbie doll, and a fairy doll with beautiful wings, please, and a pink flowery skirt with purple flowers, and a butterfly toy with rainbow wings, and fairy and flower stickers, and, last one, I would like a fairy dolls house. Thank you very much. PS: Also, a Daisy doll like Harper. And I want a new belt for Mum. Harper would like a birdie toy. And a Star Wars movie for Dad. And a ballerina's dress (white skirt with spots and pink top). Also some pink glitter.

Lots of love,
from Winter

Yikes. Don't forget the pink glitter, Father Christmas. One of Winter's gifts was actually a princess Barbie with a special skirt that magically transforms into a pair of fairy wings when you lift a lever on her back. Fairy Princess Barbie! What more does any girl need? There's a crossover for everyone these days.

It's not often I wish I had a son (in addition to my two wonderful girls), but I must admit Christmas is definitely one of those times. Thankfully Kate had mercy and got me the Boba Fett Mr Potato Head: Spuda Fett. He was outnumbered 50:1 by a legion of Barbies, ponies and fairies, but when he emerged from his packaging Winter grabbed a (previously purchased) Spudtrooper and began waving it around making laser noises! Don't know who she picked that up from but, mystery (I assume) boy, whoever and wherever you are, THANK YOU. :)

I must say I was impressed Winter thought to make requests for others in her letter; although I'm not sure what Star Wars movie she was thinking about: there ain't none that I want. Still, thought that counts. :)

Merry Christmas.

UPDATE
An alarming development: Winter just pointed a miniature, brightly coloured Polly Pocket coat rack at me and shouted, "Bang, bang, I shoot you dead!" My! Who has she been hanging out with?