Phew. Another one bites the dust. Belated Merry Christmas Wishes All!
Christmas for the LOML and I is all about doing as little as possible. At this time of year we've been working 7 days a week, about 13 hours a day. So when Christmas Eve comes around, the alarm clock is turned off, a post-dinner liqueur (or three) is consumed before heading off to bed safe in the knowledge that the phones can't ring in the morning if they're turned off and that Christmas is a lunch do this year so no one will be knocking on the door before 11am at the earliest!
The year we again hosted the Christmas Day festivities - putting on the spread for all and sundry. I know, I know, why on earth would I offer to host with no time to prepare etc etc. But I had an ulterior motive (insert evil chuckle here...) By hosting, I got to crack the champagne in the AM and consume it well into the PM and then the LOML and I got to wave everyone off after the designated drivers shepherded crying, over-tired, sugar-high children into cars and nagged tipsy other-halves keen to continue the merriment to 'just hurry up already'.... and then we walked upstairs and collapsed on the lounge! Nothing wrong with that at all! Bwhah-hah-hah-haha!
The weather this year was perfect. The clouds cleared and the threatened forecast for rain didn't eventuate - truly, it was like summer (hang on, it is summer. dang it. everyday should be like this!!!). We headed outside for the day. Fold up chairs, gazebo-awning-thing, fold up tables, drinks fridge in the shed, table laden with food. Perfect.
After lunch and the chaos that was present unwrapping, a tarp was found and set up on the lawn, the hose turned on, bubble bath snaffled from the bathroom and the fun was on. Memories of childhood summer created right there on a homemade slip-and-dip.
The big boys had their own fun with my nephew's go-cart, built by his father (my brother). Never mind the fact that Super C has only just turned one and won't be able to experience his cart any time in the near future.....nor that it is more off-road-dirt-buggy than go-cart..... I don't know if it was coincidence or not but half an hour after the beast was packed up and taken home the police did a drive-by. Unhappy neighbours maybe?
And so another year has been and gone and the new year is looming on the horizon. The fridge is groaning with leftovers, the bin is stinky with prawn shells (ewwwwww!!!) and the countdown is now on for next weekend's celebrations to farewell 2011.
I think I'm getting old. I don't know if I have it in me.... :)