Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat. And by “goose” I mean “Dad”. Because he ate George’s Dinosaur Cake.
This year is going to be strange for everyone. Harder, stranger, but hopefully still filled with love.
2020 will be the first Christmas where our son understands it. He’s 3-and-a-half, and he knows who Father Christmas is. Admittedly he is still at the age where he doesn’t quite understand that you have a favourite toy you reeeeeallly want from Santa, but we’re in no rush to show him adverts for £80 toy dogs that wee, or crying baby dolls for the price of a new pram.
This year our son has asked for a Marble Run. They play it on Peppa Pig. Neither my partner nor I have seen this episode but our son knows every line from every episode; we’ll take his word for it.
(Fortunately Father Christmas seems to have found a Marble Run on a Facebook Marketplace page. How lucky he’s into social media.)
A year ago our son’s present was also influenced by Peppa. Or to be more precise: George.
Every time we asked him what he wanted, in the hope we’d get a different answer we were told:
“George’s Dinosaur cake.”
And so that’s what we did.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Well, aside from two parents frantically trying to recreate a cartoon toy dinosaur from a shop bought sponge cake.
Before we begin, neither my partner nor I are artists. We’re both creative… unless you’re thinking in terms of drawing.
How We Made George’s Dinosaur Cake
Instead of freehanding it, we traced it.
We lay the drawn picture on top of the Victoria sponge and cut around it.
Next we rolled out the pre-bought green fondant icing and lay it over the dinosaur shaped sponge, nipping and tucking as we went around.
After that was in place, we simply drew on it with a black icing pen and added some white fondant and made a tail with the green stuff we had left over.
The next morning was Christmas morning, and Alfie woke up to tear the silver foil off his present. (We purposefully didn’t use wrapping paper.)
“George’s dinosaur cake!”
He was so excited, and that made it all worthwhile.
Of course, there was no way he could eat it all himself. He was only two. Besides, once he’d looked at it he was off playing with the toys my Mum and Dad have at their place anyway. (Some of which are from when I was a child.)
The moral of the story here is that next time your asked how Santa gets into a house with no chimney, or how he manages to deliver so many presents in one night, it takes a parent to understand.
If your child believes in the magic, you can make anything happen to see that smile on their face.