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I didn't intend to blog today, it's Christmas Day after all but last night . . . well, something really magical happened. We had everyone over for our annual Christmas Eve dinner and it was a bit sad because it's Eoin and Za's last one here with us for a while and it was also a bit sad because during the year my mam's big serving plates got smashed - not normally a big deal but it was a way of including them. This year though we invited Himself's family and boosted the numbers up to a whopping 12 adults and 3 kids (my Turkish Delight doesn't count yet as she doesn't need a chair). It was a great night, kids were delighted with themselves, the gravy was out of this world and the company was second to none. But the 'magic'? Well, Himself handed me his phone and said 'you're onto Norad - Santa Tracker'. There was a lovely man at the end of the phone and I told him who I was and were I was ringing from and then I asked the big question 'When will Santa be here?' He said 'M'am, he'll be in Dublin, Ireland, between nine and midnight but ONLY if the children are asleep. He'll call back later if they're not. He's making good time because of the winds, Happy Christmas Ma'am. Goodnight.' To say I nearly peed with excitement. I love that there are men and women (I rang FOUR times) who are at bases and doing this for all of us. It's still making me weepy because I love the magic.
I pulled the following article from ABC News. Promise me you'll ring them next year, you can check the whereabouts of the Big Man on 001 719 556 5211. It's the most wonderful thing ever.