Tinsel Schminsel

With our very hurriedly erected (but beautiful) Christmas tree, a burst of last-minute (retch-inducing) shopping and a tin of Christmas biscuits, we looked set for our first Christmas with Jamie-boy. Only complication was that we’d not yet prepared the chickens, and none of us managed any sleep on Christmas Eve. Doh!

For a change it didn’t rain, and so a perfectly nice morning was spent fussing around a hot oven. Thankfully, with some coaxing from Nigella, our de-feathered friends decided to be completely delicious, but we were bushed by the time we arrived at the Kommetjie Klan. After a marathon gift-unwrapping extravaganza, we tucked into said birds and a great meal, and it was terrific to have Adin with us for the first time in about 5 years. The grans were there too, and we had a nice family do.

Minutes after washing the trifle down, we were off again, this time to Jan’s family for tea. It was really nice, but we were both pipped. I ended up going home to work on the plane while Jan crashed at the baby-sitter’s house.

We will be boycotting shops and gifts next year!