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Dec. 21st, 2009 11:47 pmWell, another successful Christmas party is over.
Though it wasn't nearly the same without our son, I daresay our guests all enjoyed themselves (some more than others - it always seems that someone overindulges and has to stay until the next morning). And most of them behaved, as well. I was quite surprised to find that Lucius and I had no cause to regret our decision to indulge Reg by including his own (admittedly small) invitation list. One can never be too sure.
Draco, it was a lovely idea to have your friends from school come. It was certainly enlightening to see them all. I've received many of their thank-you notes already. It's always reassuring to know which families instill proper manners in their children. I'm so sorry that you missed it, dear.
And Harry, we would have loved to see you, as always. You and Draco ought to receive your own presents and everything you and Hydra need for a proper Christmas celebration, assuming the owls can carry it all through the snow - and if not, I shall make sure that the Headmistress makes arrangements to let me send it by Floo.
Lucius had a few meetings today, including taking his god-daughter to Aunt Walburga for tea. I had planned to go as well but with the handful of guests still here yesterday, coupled with packing up the last of the items for Draco at school, I chose to spend a few precious moments alone instead of accompanying them. I do think I might pop into that shop of Reg's tomorrow morning, though, for a few last-minute items.
That will have to be the last of the shopping, however. Our agenda through the week is extremely full. The Ministry holiday reception is tomorrow, after the St Mungo's Junior Auxiliary luncheon. Then there are cocktails with the Sandovals' before the opera, Christmas Eve supper at Buckingham, of course, and our traditional family Christmas on Boxing Day at my mother's.
It's hard to believe it's our first Christmas in over ten years without Draco with us. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
Though it wasn't nearly the same without our son, I daresay our guests all enjoyed themselves (some more than others - it always seems that someone overindulges and has to stay until the next morning). And most of them behaved, as well. I was quite surprised to find that Lucius and I had no cause to regret our decision to indulge Reg by including his own (admittedly small) invitation list. One can never be too sure.
Draco, it was a lovely idea to have your friends from school come. It was certainly enlightening to see them all. I've received many of their thank-you notes already. It's always reassuring to know which families instill proper manners in their children. I'm so sorry that you missed it, dear.
And Harry, we would have loved to see you, as always. You and Draco ought to receive your own presents and everything you and Hydra need for a proper Christmas celebration, assuming the owls can carry it all through the snow - and if not, I shall make sure that the Headmistress makes arrangements to let me send it by Floo.
Lucius had a few meetings today, including taking his god-daughter to Aunt Walburga for tea. I had planned to go as well but with the handful of guests still here yesterday, coupled with packing up the last of the items for Draco at school, I chose to spend a few precious moments alone instead of accompanying them. I do think I might pop into that shop of Reg's tomorrow morning, though, for a few last-minute items.
That will have to be the last of the shopping, however. Our agenda through the week is extremely full. The Ministry holiday reception is tomorrow, after the St Mungo's Junior Auxiliary luncheon. Then there are cocktails with the Sandovals' before the opera, Christmas Eve supper at Buckingham, of course, and our traditional family Christmas on Boxing Day at my mother's.
It's hard to believe it's our first Christmas in over ten years without Draco with us. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
