I remember three little girls on Christmas morning opening their Christmas stockings.  As you got older the sense of amusement at the practical nature of the Father Christmas gifts grew (socks, pants, toothbrushes, etc as well as chocolate!).  You opened these slowly and calmly and used to get straight into the contents, wearing, eating or playing with them.  Later in the day, after lunch, with a growing sense of excitement and impatience, the three of you would give out the presents, playing at being Santa, then we would all enjoy the opening ceremony.

Today we went through all the same rituals, but much more quietly.  The gap where you should be is always there, but is more obvious when we are all together as a family.  We missed you today Eloise.