I can be a very happy and festive person, but the over-commercialisation and the fact that it’s by far the busiest time of year for us, always spoils the spirit of the season.
This year (like most other years) Christmas started on Christmas Eve where we joined my Parents for the Chrissy Church service… came home, mucked around organising treats for Santa and putting Caleb to bed… Kristy and I had a few drinks waiting for Santa… he turned-up and we went to bed.
Work-up early on Christmas day with Caleb telling us what he got from Santa, had breakfast with Kristy’s Mum and her partner Pete and then headed over to my Brett and Lyndal’s place (my brother and sister-in-law) for lunch.Â My brother is one of the most entertaining people you’ll ever meet, so anything gathering where he’s involved is always guaranteed to be fun.
Some of the highlights of the day included my Dad playing Santa and dancing around the room distributing the pressies to the kids, the sarcastic gratitude shown by my teenage nieces and nephews when they received some of their more lame generic presents and Brett pulling-out his African Bongo Drums (and no, that isn’t a euphemism for something else… he really does own African Bongo Drums… don’t ask me why, but he does)… so we had a group drum session which was surprisingly enjoyable.
Mid-afternoon we headed home, had a few more drinks.Â Didn’t participate in our usual tradition of drinking a good bottle of Scotch at the end of the day, but I did work my way through a bottle of champaign and about 8 beers, plus the few glasses of wine throughout the day, so it’s probably a good thing I didn’t try.
The next day we headed over to Kristy’s Mum’s for lunch, then onto Kristy’s Dad’s for a late dinner.
The following day it was over to Caleb’s grandparents (his biological father’s parents) and we had a big day of eating and drinking with them.Â Caleb’s Pop is a big fan of scotch, so I couldn’t let the day go by without joining him for a glass or 6.
Got home that night, crashed and didn’t wake-up until late the next day thankful I didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything.
Over the past few days I’ve been recouping, catching up on work and trying to do as little as possible while trying to avoid the 40 degree heat … not to mention that I have a stomach bug that has been hanging around for longer than I’d like.Â Perhaps it’s my bodies way of saying I shouldn’t have eaten and drank so much.
Tonight (new years eve) we’ll be heading over to Skye and Scottie’s and then over the weekend we’re off to the Gold Coast for Summafieldayze (an annual dance music festival we often go to).Â We tried to find accommodation at the coast, but given the time of year the best we could do was the camping / caravan park at Main Beach which is just down the road from where the festival is held.
So Kristy and I are going to head down, pitch the tent and dance our asses off (which is no mean feat as our asses are quite substantial). The following day, Kristy’s Mum is going to bring Caleb down, have some Fish & Chips on the beach for lunch and then it’ll be Caleb, Kristy and I camping-out for the next few days on the beach.
I’m crapping myself as I’ve never been camping in a tent and the whole concept freaks me out more than my simple vocabulary can possibly explain.Â Watch this space as I’m sure I’ll be posting updates on the whole experience.