We spent Christmas in England with Nigel's parents in 1985 when Iain was 3 years old. Here are some photos from that Christmas day.
|"Santa came!" -- Oops, sorry "Father Christmas came!"|
|"Open it, Dad!"|
|Sitting in Nigel's mum's lap|
|Playing with noisemakers on the stairs with Nigel's dad|
|About to pull a Christmas cracker|
|I don't know what they're both looking at, but they're very engrossed in whatever it is|
I think back on that time now with incredulity. I was almost 30, and I had decided I wanted to know what an English Christmas was like, so that I could understand what kind of celebration my husband had grown up with. So we basically invaded my in-law's home for the entire month of December.
I am now the age they were then. I can't imagine what it would be like to have house guests with a young child running amok in my house for an entire month now that I'm in my 60s. I thought I was doing them a great favor, letting them get to know their grandson better, as he was being raised so far away in the U.S. I realize now how stressful it must have been for them.
Perspective is everything.