Post-Christmas greetings to you all, and I hope that you had a pleasant time. Santa was very, very good to me (so it was worth being a good girl all year, although I had my doubts at the time). Now being the proud owner of a baby laptop, I have no excuse not to resume writing as a hobby. Combined with a new pen and note book, there really is no reason not to write. I may have myself a LoNoWriMo of my very own (Local Novel Writing Month) since I wasn’t well enough to participate in the more well-known version.
Hubby and I, our friend, and three dogs, struggled out of the house at 7.30am, when my sister arrived to take us on the short journey to my parents’ temporary Christmas grotto. After extensive prezzie opening, bacon sandwiches and cups of coffee, we added my grandparents to our number, and headed off out for Christmas lunch. It was nice to see lots of families spending time together over three courses of yuletide fayre, laughing at ‘in’ jokes and enjoying each other’s company. Hubby was much amused by the fact that the warning about the crackers was contained within said cracker, and there was also an incident with my sister and a stuffing ball, which wouldn’t be funny to anyone but us! The afternoon was rounded off at my parents’ place, where we struggled to stay awake. Defeat was admitted early this year, and we enjoyed a stroll home with the dogs, in the crisp, clear night.
The day was rounded off as is traditional in our house: taking the cellophane off the dvds and the tags from the clothes, donning new fleecy pyjamas and opening one of our many boxes of chocolates, before settling in front of the TV. One series of The IT Crowd later, it was time for bed. I think all of us (human and canine) slept a contented sleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow, and we woke on Boxing Day, ready to do it all again with the in-laws.
It was expensive, tiring, chaotic, and busy, but it was all worth it. Only 364 days til Santa comes…