The night before the magic

Written late at night, wrapping presents and remembering my own childhood, this letter explores the magic of Christmas through the eyes of a parent and the unseen effort, love and intention that turns belief into wonder.

Dear Leo,

It’s the eve of Christmas Eve. Just two more sleeps until we see if he’s been. 

The past few nights, your mum and I have been wrapping presents, hiding stockings in the basement cupboards, and talking quietly about our own childhood memories of Christmas. By the time you read this, I imagine the secret will be out. You’ll know that the F.C stamp on the presents under the tree doesn't stand for football club and that the person it represents isn’t quite as real as you once believed. 

This week we had a conversation, one that I probably took a little too seriously, about how to organise which presents come from Father Christmas and which come from Mum & Dad.