25 December 2015
Our Christmas Day began with a Park Run, at least Commando’s did. Originally I’d planned to get up early with him and go along but, in the end, I chickened out and stayed in bed. There was a great deal of work to be done in the kitchen after all. He came back wearing his Santa hat, just in time for breakfast. He was freezing cold and I was glad I hadn’t gone although I’d have liked some photos of all the runners in Santa hats. In the end I had to settle for one runner in a Santa hat.
The morning also brought presents of course and one in particular will almost certainly turn into an interesting post at a later date but I’ll keep that as a surprise. The weather outside really was frightful with wind whistling down the chimney and rain pounding against the windows. Poor Bard arrived soaked to the skin and had to change his clothes. Sadly, there was no snow. We hardly ever have snow at Christmas here.
The afternoon was all about a table packed with food, family gathered, chatting and laughing and twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. Crackers were pulled, silly jokes were read out and groaned over. Leaning back in our chairs we sipped coffee and nibbled chocolate coated mints. Later there was Christmas pudding soaked with expensive rum and set alight. Alcohol was consumed, but not by me.
Finally, there was a great deal of sitting in front of the fire. Commando snoozed and I relived my childhood with a pack of pencils and an adult colouring book. It was a day filled with little things to make me smile. Hopefully yours was too.