Happy St. Stephen’s Day! A review of ‘The Snowman’ will come when we actually get round to watching ‘The Snowman’, which was something I’d intended to do yesterday, but sometimes (and it’s a long story) peace and goodwill come first.
Anyway, Christmas gift-giving in our house almost always involves Doctor Who – Emily knows that’s always a safe bet as far as I’m concerned, and we now have not one but two children who are latching on to my obsession. Our town has its fair share of charity shops (actually I think it has our share and that of a few neighbouring market towns as well) and there’s always stuff turning up, and given that we splashed out on a new TV and PC back in October, we agreed that gift-buying for each other would, wherever possible, be restricted to car boot sales and thrift stores.
Amazon is cheap, and the online book clubs are filled with stuff for the boys, at a fraction of street price, and so we did pretty well.
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The encyclopaedia was for Josh; the others were for Thomas. The sonic screwdriver set at the back was mine, but I suspect I will be sharing it with the boys. The Amy Pond figure was sold at the bargain price of £2, BOXED AND UNOPENED, which almost never happens in the likes of Cancer Research (although when it does, of course, I invariably blog about it). The Cybermen Etch-a-Sketch at the front is rubbish, but I could never get the hang of the things anyway.
The braces are part of a wider thing. Thomas has been asking for the last few weeks if he could have a red bow tie – which led to much upset at a grotto a few weeks back, an event I wroted about at Things My Children Said. When it came to Christmas morning we were finally able to oblige, and his face lit up when he opened his stocking yesterday. Of course, things are never that simple – Thomas also wanted a fez, because “fezzes are cool“, but it wasn’t until the Ebay parcel had already been dispatched that we discovered that what he meant by a fez was actually a stetson, and that he’d got his hats mixed up. You can hardly blame the kid – the Doctor wears two different headpieces in almost as many episodes, and we watched them more or less back to back. It’s no wonder he got confused.
The nearest we could manage in the time that was actually going to fit him was a straw hat, which looks about the right shape. This led, of course, to cries of “IT’S NOT THE RIGHT ONE!” when he opened the box, which – from any other child – would sound bratty, but with Thomas being the way he is we’ve sort of learned that it had genuinely upset him. It took fifteen minutes and a lot of Googling to show him that actually a straw hat would probably work on the Doctor, and when he emerged from the study later that morning wearing it round his neck, I wanted to punch the air. Sometimes he surprises all of us.
In any event, Thomas now has two hats and we have a collection of bow ties and he was quite amused when I did this.
And now I hear my family calling. Toodle-pip.


You are going to LOVE The Snowmen for all the right reasons!
Santa Moff came to my house yesterday too; I got the complete box sets of S2, S3 and all the Specials!
Cool! I have the specials box set but only the bare-bones DVDs for S2 and 3 – that’s all I wanted, really…
If you get the chance to see Room on the Broom, by the way, it’s fantastic. And it has Gillian Anderson.
We also had a bunch of Who-y goodness arrive yesterday! My 13y/o’s wish list was relatively small, so my dad found some extra stuff that he thought the boy would like…and one of the packages was even labelled “To: The 13th Doctor” which put a huge grin on his face for most of the day.
Anyway, last night, he and I settled down to watch The Snowmen, and he was wearing his fez, his bow tie, and had his trowel and new sonic screwdriver (the River Song model) by his side. It made me smile.
I think you’ll enjoy the episode, it’s probably my favourite NuWho Christmas Special (but I’ll have to get back to you once we’ve watched them all again, which oldest boy has asked if we could do today). Lots of neat little injokes that casual viewers won’t pick up on, but that I know you and your boys will.