I am pleased to say that I got everything I wanted for Christmas. Absolutely everything. This year’s Christmas is easily the best Christmas I can remember – its the best one in at least 13 years. Before that, they all blur into one Christmas and I’m not sure about which one I’m thinking of (although the ones where my dad and nana both rode my or my sisters bikes were pretty good.
In all fairness, my standards for best Christmas ever aren’t that high. No one died, so that automatically beats seven previous Christmases. I had a smile on my face. This tops another two after the seven (as you can imagine, I started to become a bit suss of the month of December when that pattern emerged) and I got to spend it with all the people I loved (one and a half with the help of technology) so to me, that is the best Christmas ever. As a bonus I got to make one of my best friends very happy, gave my sister and her hubby a break from the kids (they have two toddlers, it’s the perfect gift), gave all my workmates enough sugar to make Christmas Eve fun and my sister gave me a Joy Division mug. Score! I love any thing that reflects how well someone knows me or my passions.
I spent Christmas Day eating food with my family. I cooked rice for my nana, got so little sleep that I slept for hours yesterday to catch up (and I still feel like I’m behind) and watched my dad play my nephews toy keyboard whilst they watched because he didn’t want to give it up. These are the things that make Christmas perfect, not how much you spend at the shops (although I do find it strangely ironic that we spend Christmas being thankful for what we have then people fight each other for a towel on Boxing Day)
Merry Christmas, everyone.
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