Maxi Taxi came home from school the other day munching on a gingerbread man and holding a crumpled card in his hand. “Merry Christmas, Max. Love Elliot”.
Oh no, I thought. They’re doing that ‘every kid in the class’ thing. I dreaded that thing. Now here it is and it’s only Kindergarten.
Elliot’s mum has twins Maxi’s age and an older boy. She’s managed to do the every-kid-in-the-class Christmas thing with three classes to cater for. Three.
Of course, always one to rise to a challenge, I dug out some old seed packets, a heart hole punch and a weird little banner punch that I bought long ago and never remembered why. Last year’s batch of received Chrissy cards were duly punched through to make some snazzy decorations. Then I borrowed Paola Zakimi’s little birdie gift tags which were a freebie from the awesome magazine Gifted. I had already used her image to make my Christmas cards (all sixty seven of them posted in the red box at the end of our street today… phew!). I popped a whizz fizz into each seed packet, punched a few holes, strung on the gift tag and viola! I know I’m supposed to painstakingly cut out each swing tag but, you know, these kids are six years old. Surely, the details are less important when you’re six? Surely!