Christmas 2015 – the more things change, the more they stay the same

This Christmas, some things were eerily similar to last year. I just re-read my Christmas post from 2014 to discover that my last-minute gift wrapping problem was a problem then too. But I didn’t need to read my own blog to know that. It’s just me. When will I change?

Last year I wrote: With so much of what I do, I find myself thinking, “If only I had one more day to get this done.” Maybe I could fashion some kind of solution to this as one of my many resolutions for 2015!

Guess what? That didn’t happen!

 

Here’s a few snaps from Christmas 2015…

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A Christmas village house that may be hit by a giant blue meteor.

Last year our tree was fake, but his year, a real live one.

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Our cute little tree that’s been growing in the back courtyard
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A beautiful ham from Mum

We enjoyed a different Christmas beverage this year. Moet rather than last year’s Minchinbury.  My sister (Señorita Margarita) explained the Minchinbury in 2014, “…because I wanted to use it up – I won it, you know.”

 

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Only the best – the Moet, a gift from Señorita Margarita’s former workplace, was enjoyed in glasses that belonged to my great grandparents.
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Senorita Margarita always makes an effort with her Christmas frock
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Spider Boy literally being embraced by the Christmas Spirit

 

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Spider Boy with the son he’s always wanted

Last year’s potato salad was really bad because I forgot to buy potato salad dressing. This year, it was better after my sister said, “it’s a bit dry Al, add more dressing.”

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My bit dry but quite tasty potato salad
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My alright green salad
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My tired old fruit salad
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Coles Finest Christmas cherry and Belgian chocolate pie with cherry sherbet! Fancy.

There was a pudding on fire with brandy-fuelled flames of course, but I didn’t manage to get the photo.

Like last year, a few minor squabbles, and as always, an opportunity to be a bit stressed.

But it was pretty funny when Dad went into the kitchen at Mum’s and fastidiously washed and dried the 120-year-old champagne glasses that had been a gift at his grandparents’ wedding. And then Mum told him, “…and don’t run off with those glasses!”

I hope you had a lovely Christmas whatever you were doing. I really love the week between Christmas and New Year. I see it as the mental equivalent of the land that time forgot. Enjoy!

 

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