It rained heavily last night. This morning is cool and fresh and calm. The lights are off, the paper is in the bin and they are all sleeping off the heat and excitement of Christmas Day.
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| Visions of sugar plums still dancing in her head. |
It was different this year.
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| Too many sugar plums. |
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| Three amigos in their usual position on the couch. |
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| The fan club. |
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| Happy, happy, joy, joy. |
I forgot the Santa photo in front of the tree Christmas Eve. We didn't visit the manger after church. The Santa photo of all five at the shops never happened. We didn't eat at home but instead went to Nanna's for the blessed relief of air con and her sumptuous cold feast, no strings, no effort on our part, true kindness. I lost the stockings that I made for them each year they were born so we used some old furry Santa hats instead. We didn't stalk the mobile Santa in the 'burb. The rum balls didn't taste right. The table wasn't set up for a Christmassy meal. The Baptism candles were not dug out, displayed and lit. We didn't play the Odetta CD. Baby Jesus is officially AWOL with his manger.
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| Dancing in debris. |
but the same. Like me.
All good.
Onto the next chapter.
