That all changed when he arrived because it was officially Christmas day. Our Christmas day. We'd not seen each other since before Christmas and he'd been telling me for weeks how he'd got me some seriously good presents. He was not joking. The man had asked for ideas and I'd given him a few suggestions, not for one minute thinking he'd buy ALL of them and add to them with a few treats of his own.
Do you remember those years as a child when you asked Father Christmas for something and you actually got it?! That feeling of Oh.Emm.Gee long before that phrase was fashionable? Well that's how I felt opening this little lot.
So much swag!
I didn't actually care what happened for my birthday. I seemed to have been spoilt rotten already.