A Lazy Christmas Day.

 The day it sinks in.

There has been such a run up ( rather a hype ) to Christmas that now, the day after it only sinks in. Yes, another year gone, another day of gratitude and lazying about.

Hard to believe that it is the middle of winter as the sun is up and shining, making the sound of our central heating almost not needed. A few more months and spring is on our doorstep with a promise of long hot days to come. Aren't we all yearning for some good tidings and a chance to spend most of our time outdoors, seeing friends and family without the incessant risk of covid 19?

Ever since Bob and I got together we have celebrated two Christmases. For Bob it is on the morning of  25th and for me on the eve of the 24th. Quite all right to have it this way as we can be swept away by the festive spirit that much longer.

Odd that, celebrating on opposite ends of a day. The evening version lends itself wonderfully for midnight mass and walks outside in the cold evening air, sporting new coats, jackets or boots.

 ( At least it was like that when I was growing up ). The morning version is magical too despite having to wait a whole night to open presents. 

Meals had a different impact on the most important part of Christmas when we were young. We had to linger over a slightly too drawn out supper ( parents knew how to prolong the agony! ) before we could rip open all of our presents while Bob was lucky to open presents first and then linger over a nice long brunch, not being on tender hooks whether Father Christmas had obeyed all of the points listed on the well thought out  wish-list. Ah, what fun we all had when we were young.

Now that we are a bit  older we approach this festive time a bit more sedately but the main constructs of our youth are solid and secure...a special supper and brunch for sure, with the odd present being ripped open with learnt precision, excitement and joy...

Biggi