My chat to Father Christmas.

I'm so excited I had a little talk to you know who?

It was the last Blackwood market for the year and GUESS who was there?

"Father Christmas". Whooppee!!! 

He was so kind and asked what I wanted him to bring me; well I could hardly think let alone say what I wanted, so I said a reindeer would be good.  

He told me it might poop in his bag coming all the way from the North Pole, and the dolls would complain about the stink. So he said, try again.

I couldn't think quick enough, so I said a surprise would be nice thank you..

Can you believe he said Ho, Ho, I think I can manage that... 

I think he is really coming to my place.

See that elf with"nice" written on his hat, well that was Father Christmas's special elf.

I wonder where the naughty one went. I think this one looked like a bit of mischief, he had that wicked twinkle in his eye.

Father Christmas had such a soft white beard, I think it must grow like that up in the snow.

I forgot to ask where the reindeer were... oh well next time I see him I will ask and let you all know.

I am worried, now I have to be good all the time until Christmas day..

It is so hard being good all the time.

I'm in love 

The most beautiful fairy came to the market and she picked me up and"HUGGED" me.

She was so gorgeous and her wings looked like they could carry me with her.

She told me she was the Christmas fairy.

I saw stars, I was so excited.

Do all the bears out there see real live fairy's,

Or is it just in Australia? We have them here.

Then of course my dear friend that I meet every month at the market had to help Father Christmas today, because he was so busy seeing all the children.

Jaden gives me lots of hugs, and we are best mates.

Granny had some snow men on her stall, and I'm sure I saw the shivering just a little bit.

I don't know, I am the luckiest Bear in the whole wide world.

Another parcel come this week.

Guess who it is from...

Go on guess? 

From some one that is a very, very good friend of mine...

Her name starts with "P"

Have you guessed? It was from Prudence, and her Mum is Joyce from "The Bear's Blog" all the way from the USA.

Granny and I opened it, and out popped this most gorgeous little mouse that smelt so yummy of cloves, and cinnamon and all Christmas spices. 

He has his own little stocking to sleep in, and he loves being on the tree. 

Can you see him? He has a red and white bow on his neck, and a hanger.

I climbed straight up my ladder to pop him right in the front spot on the tree.

Thank you Prudence.

Now in that box was 2 more parcels,

One that had Granny's name on, and one that had Wilbur's name on.

Granny said we should wait and open these Christmas day. 

"Why is it so hard not to lift the paper and have a peep?"

I have had such an exciting day, that I am am pooped.

I'm sitting in bed having supper of peanut butter and honey on toast, with a glass of warm chocolate milk and a ... wait for it.... a shortbread biscuit...

Life could not be better.

See you all next week.

Roses for my followers.

These were from my garden to you.

The rose is called Pinkie.

My thought for the week.

"Good things come to those who believe,

Better things come to those who are Patient,

and the best things come to those who don't give up."