I’m not used to being cold in December. I’m not used to be cold EVER. This is going to be my first real wintery Christmas away from home and I’m alright with that. I think snow should be on the cards but these are not snowy parts and I’m alright with that too.
Last year, this time, we were preparing for a wedding. Definitely not mine. Last year this time, we were also mourning our first Christmas without grandma. Right after mass, we would wish each other and take some family photos. It was never the presents first, though I think that has something to do with the fact that we all grew up. It was always a chore getting Dada (my dear daddy) to sit straight for a picture. He was always in a hurry to make breakfast for everyone. He can still do that singelhandedly for any number of people. All you’d need to do was make sure there were clean plates. I’ll miss the sounds.
As Awesomepants and my first Christmas together in our new adventure, I feel a lot of pressure. We do have an amazing tree that he chopped and we carried home atop our “not suited for carrying trees” car. I also made a little banner..just a little something nice. It all looks happy.
Now I wish. I wish my family could have been here. I wish his family could have been here. I wish there were more sounds other than the TV showing ads with modified Christmas carols. But, it’s him and me. We will go to church, take photos, whip up a breakfast and be thankful that we’ve made it through another year as have our family and friends.
RIP Skittles, you silly cat. You could have stuck around. I’m sure there would’ve been prawn tails to spare.