This year we have the strange and uniquely wonderful situation of Christmas Eve falling on a Sunday. This means that by 5.02pm on Friday London was half-empty with expats zooming home and most everyone else clomping off to the countryside for family gatherings around groaning tables. (Another quarter of the population will be frantically racing up and down the aisles of the nearest shop even though they could just avail themselves by perusing this annual charity gift guide.)
Instead of disappearing off to the other side of the world to cast off our shoes and swelter – by choice – in Christmas jumpers in the New Zealand sunshine (not to mention swimming with wild dolphins (sorta)) we are cozying up at with family. We have a wealth of cheesy movies lined up, more snacks than we’ll ever need and a few of our nearest and dearest next to us.
We will as per tradition eat all the things – whilst I ponder the prevalence of Turkey and sneak everyone’s Brussels Sprouts, toasting Her Majesty (and then quickly changing over the channel for the +1 speech) and we’ll definitely tick a few things off my annually utilized expat survival guide.
Ps. on an unrelated note, see how well my beautiful Christmas wreath is doing!
If I feel up to it, I may indulge in a little blog housekeeping (honestly though probably not), flick through a chapter of Charles Dickens (again, with my 10-second attention span I may not) or perhaps even convince everyone of a game of charades. We shall see.
My Christmas gift to you? A sleigh-full of Christmas Carol suggestions. Just remember, you won’t get to play them for a whole ‘nother year almost…
Wishing you all the very best during this festive season or as Brian Blessed says, Merry Christmas to all – and to all, a good