Rememberances of xmas past

Some things I will always remember... like xmas 2006. The year I took Kalypso home to meet the freaky streets what made me. I was a bit nervous about Kal spending a few hours with THE FAMS in the car under the stress of driving to Newcastle. But I reckoned - "hey, he's done well so far, time for an advanced crash course".He was sickly that day, but performed admirably.

As we drove along the highway, I pointed out the sights and sites...the car-sized patches on the Mooney-Mooney bridge; the Big Prawn (its famous, if you're a truck driver); the clean water that surrounded me as a child; and last, as we drove on the homeward stretch, a family out walking with the child on a leash and the dog running free! I was home.

Things went surprisingly smoothly. Granny kept on asking people to look at her Christmas Bush - and annoucing "I won't pee long" when she left the room to wee. Ah, family. When xmas day rolled around, she couldn't stop with the "I've never had a wet christmas before" comments... We rolled our eyes and tried not to let those remarks collide too roughly with the christmas bush.

The actual day, we spent with friends! Oh yes, with friends! The lovely JR prepared the most amazing foodstuffs. Including these high-class sausage rolls, which I didn't eat, but nonetheless couldn't help admiring. There was wave after wave of baked stuff, fruit, cake, fruit, cake, and nibbles.



Of course, there were tiny children to save from all that food, and we did our best. Tiny cutelings that ran around involving us all in their secret plans and stratagems! I got caught when I helped one lass into her sister's shirt. I did ask whether her sister would mind. Of course kidlets lie, but I felt asking was the right course. They had a big fight about it too. Ah, it reminded me of my young days and the grudges that my sister and I still hold. Softened by time, but still quite real, the day I found out she read my diary.... oh the horror! The horror.