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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and throughout the UK, Excitement was building- for Santa and sleigh! We’d like to portray a warm cosy scene, But the truth is unfortunately not that serene..
The past month at school has been crazy and busy Nativities, shows, parties; it makes my head dizzy! The kids are all tired and grumpy and such, She punched me! He scratched me! It’s getting too much.
At last they were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of snow angels danced through their heads. The hubby and I had a cheeky nightcap, And settled our brains for a (brief) winter’s nap.
Awoken next morning-4:30, oh dear- I’d been informed Santa had already appeared? Mixed feelings arose as I rubbed my tired eyes Festive fun? Happy families? Lies, lies, more lies!
Now for those of you ‘typicals’ this is gonna sound mad, But here Christmas is like any other day to be had. The seizures don’t stop, nor do B’s complex needs, But the pressure to have one perfect day is extreme.
The girls want the warm, magic, gl…