I know I shouldn’t be writing on Christmas Day, but I don’t get access to the net so much since I moved back to civilisation. Today I’m having christmas at my aunt’s house and they have a cable ready made for me to connect my PC to so I took advantage and brought it along.
It’s hardly a traditional Aussie christmas, though. For a start, it’s been quite cold since I got back two weeks ago. Last year was 45C on christmas eve, but I’ve been wearing a jumper much of the time since I returned. At least the sun is out today. The other is that christmas is usually such a festive gathering of many branches of the family, with presents passing in every direction. This year, my parents have split up, so I don’t even have the whole immediate family together. And of course, I’m missing Marie. Then Mum, Dad and I are all in the middle of moving house, so we decided it was all too difficult to do presents.
My aunt and family have provided some sense of normality by serving up a huge cold lunch on christmas day, with ham, turkey and cold salads. And then there is a pile of bon-bons with the usual crappy jokes.
MAG,
Merry Christmas!
This is the first time in a while we’ve had our immediate family together – with one sister in Toronto and another one often on offshore gas rigs, it can be tough getting the three of us together with our parents. But we managed it for Christmas this year.
This blog post’s subtitle says you’re still in Bhutan. Subconscious Christmas wish?
Have a good new year…
Cheers,
Ching