Youāre right. This is hair brained. Iād push the nuclear button in my house over this. Some fights are worth having.
Godspeed my friend.
Are you an elf?
Very important that you dig in here mate. If the relationship has to go, so be it
Iād say hold tough with your stance here mate. Youāre 100% right that itās a fucking ridiculous thing to do and your missus just needs a few hours to think it through and realise the error she nearly made. If she wants to plough ahead, off with her but youāve been honest with her. Some awful fucking sheep here giving advise.
Just remind her of Ephesians 5:22
āWives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.ā
Let us know how you get on.
When they are at the right ageā¦ Do a proper job. Whip them all into a proper photographer in a nice relaxed setting and take all the family shots you want.
With Santa?
Christmas themed.
We have an old photo frame with 15 years of Santa photos in it, nice thing to have
Weāve one with Father Christmas (it was in Belfast)
Nice to have alright.
Fighting with your missus about Christmas stuff is a fools errand. I was that fool until I found my zen on a reformer Pilates machine.
Now I go with flow and everybody is happier. Including me.
Father Christmas is very tanish.
100 per cent.
It was in Titanic Centre and pitched as a whole Victorian Christmas themed thing with Father Christmas.
I imagined brass bands etc.
I was let down. It wasnāt great but Father Christmas was decent.
Enjoy it lads. My younger lad stopped believing this year. Although heās back believing today he said.
My auld-boy always refers to him as Father Christmas.
Youād be there cruising away then bang! Right back into the doghouse.
What age do they stop believing these days? Would you get 10 or 11 out of it. ?
My lad is 11 in March so we had a good run.
Surely 10 is the minimum though? 9 would be very young id say
The rumours become very strong in 3rd class, there isnāt many kids will tell their parents for a couple of years but they know the score
They wise up faster these days. I remember kids being told before they went to secondary school (to save their blushes) and being devastated.
I think thatās Davy Tweed in disguise