The Meaning of Christmas (Etc)

So, I had such plans for a Waltons esque Christmas - I'm off work, you guys have finished school - I'm not sure if you can understand how much Mummy plans things, and then gets a bit disappointed when they don't go quite to plan....
Writing cards - I see us all sitting down, signing our names, licking and sticking envelopes. Obviously, I forgot that one of you has difficulties writing for long periods, one of you can't spell (combined with being a perfectionist and unable to guess) and one of you is only four. So, in fact, it's just me writing cards and you lot dictating names and messages. Less fun.
Seeing Santa - Monster, I am SO embarrassed. There's lovely twinkly Santa desperately searching the room for something that you will accept. Have you no shame? Or fear of Santa getting fed up? Hours, we were there while the poor man offered one thing after another. Thank goodness he had hidden some cars under his chair.

Father Christmas

Darling Lelly, I love your letter to Father Christmas. It is very polite, and very nice (not the three page double sided job your brother turned in last year) but....where will Father Christmas find
a turn back potion (I know your little friend has threatened to order a 'turn into monster' potion from Father Christmas but you probably don't need to worry.)
the best shoes in the world
a street made of real gold
Lion, elephant and monkey potions
?
I suspect the last requests may be an attempt on revenge for possibly being turned into a monster, but even so. Next year, I will show you the Argos catalogue.