I love my daughters
Christmas with daughters feels like warmth wrapped in laughter. It’s the sparkle in their eyes when the lights come on, the excitement as the open their presents, and the way even the smallest traditions feel magical again. There’s music playing, wrapping paper everywhere, and a kind of joy that’s loud, messy, and real.
It’s the feeling of togetherness,
watching the same movies you’ve seen a hundred times, and hearing stories and questions that remind you how special the season looks through their eyes. Christmas slows everything down just enough to focus on what matters most—time together, shared smiles, and memories that stay long after the decorations come down.
My daughters Kitty and Lolly are simply the best!
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 
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