Thursday, 27 December 2012

Christmas 2012


I started writing this blog in my head while taking Samuel for a walk on the beach. I was early today as I wanted to be there before the heavens open up again, very unsettled weather but not really that cold.
On Christmas Eve we had a few old friends around, as one is inclined to do, mulled wine and minced pies was the idea but the wine flowed and the cider talked and we never got around to mulled wine, I did have a minced pie with my coffee. As it was the night before Christmas we said our good nights at just after 11 and I was sound asleep before 12.
I woke early and made the customary tea and coffee and went back to sleep until 10, there are advantages to having grown up children. Michael got us going at 10 for our traditional walk (see attached photo) along the beach. The weather was kind to us (also attached) and we only got a little wind swept. 
Present time, what a pile with Michael and Robert working and Susan spoiling us all, it was quite a jolly event which lasted for a good hour, as Michael was Santa and only gave one present at a time.
Just to reassure you, we all got more than we deserved and rightly so, I hope your presents and the opening of, was as happy as ours.
The rest of the day developed into a blur of wine, roast turkey, roast beef and far too much dessert. On reflection, the only unfortunate part was the inability to get hold of the Smiths and Dickens in OZ, the time difference plays a muck with communications. From the comment left they seemed to have had an early start, around 6 am I do believe. I for one was happy to see my bed by 10 pm.
Boxing day, a day of reflection and wonder, did I really get such wonderful gifts? We walked the dog before the rain came and then decided to indulge in a pub brunch. Weatherspoons make an ideal full English breakfast which we all enjoyed. Such a civilised way to start Boxing Day, quite right.
To finish off, Christmas was as unique as any other, for every year the mystery unfolds itself a new. In later life I have come to see that Christmas, like hope, is a rope to anchor in a shifting world. Christmas cannot be questioned but only lived and if I could not grasp it, I felt its heartbeat, which was love.


Monday, 24 December 2012

Christmas Eve


All the anticipation and the joy of giving, concentrated into one day, the day before Christmas. The tree is surrounded by presents of all shapes and sizes, some look very familiar but other unleash your imagination. We are all still children and wonder who that well wrapped, special looking present is for. I still dream and I have seen more then three score years. 
Susan went to a fancy dress Christmas evening as Daphne Blake from Scooby Doo, great fun dressing up, make up done by Charlotta. Pic attached. 
As I write it is 5 minutes to midnight in Australia, Christmas coming at a gallop, hopefully you all get a good nights rest to recharge your adult batteries for the onslaught of Christmas day and all the challenges of high powered children doing what children do best on Christmas. 
Susan had a delivery from her office today and her presents from her friends at work filled the boot of Sarah's car, oh to be so popular. I did a bit of a feel and there is some wine there so I will have to help her test the quality. Loads of smelly things I think and the rest we will see tomorrow. See pic attached of our humble tree.
Robert is still doing his paper round and his tips this year came to just under £100, I think that is his motivation as he only earns £22 per week.
I do think I have exhausted the presents and the anticipation. It is probably a good thing that Christmas almost here, it is Christmas in Oz as it is now 6 minutes past midnight and the countdown to the first child to wake is running, good luck. Merry Christmas.