The best part of my sub-tropical Christmas for me was having all my (Australian) family around us, and all our friends, sharing the traditional meal I cooked for them all. Lots of laughs and hugs, and they all loved the dinner (2 large free-range chickens stuffed with sage and onion stuffing, ham, brussels, carrots, broccoli and roast spuds, followed by a beautiful cherry pie made by DiL Lindy. My traditional trifle went wrong - the sugar-free jelly (DH diabetic) refused to set and the light cream - the only cream left in the shop - refused to stiffen. Loads of food left over of course.
Got up this morning and our naughty but nice 1 year old kitten had knocked over the tree. Such is life - it was easy to stand up again.
A few slightly different presents: I gave DH a remote control helicopter, 'cos he never has fun and this will make him go out into the back garden and damn well play with the thing.
A sexy fireman calendar for my lesbian neighbour and friend: strange but true. She once told me that in spite of her orientation, she can really appreciate the sight of a well toned athletic gorgeous male body. We were shopping just before Christmas and the firies were selling their sexy calendar as a fundraiser. I bought one, and wondered which of the girls I should give it to, then I remembered...
And from son David to me - a Dalek mug as a stocking filler, and a trip to Bunnings hardware and gardening store to buy whatever and as much as I want.
Boxing day morning and I'm wondering if DH will notice if I nick some of his Christmas rum to spice up my morning coffee,,,,