I ate way too much yesterday but had a fine time with both sides of the family. (Eggs Benedict/Florentine/Benjamin and fruit salad with mum's side, then turkey dinner with million trimmings with dad's side. Champagne and hilarity throughout.) Thoroughly spoiled. Parents are coming over later for Boxing Day tea, which means I should probably make a bit of an effort to tidy up.
As always I left wrapping to the very last minute, and I have to sing the praises of Japanese decorative tape
because it SAVED MY LIFE Christmas Eve. My packages are now about as minimalist as it gets - giant roll of Kraft paper, decorative tape, occasionally some fabric ribbon, sticker or tag. Everyone seemed pleased by what they got, hurray!
I also went to "Babe in the Barn" at Riverdale Farm
Christmas Eve, and was part of a hastily improvised choir (my mum and I were the only female members) intended to encourage the audience to sing. You start off in the drive shed, follow the shepherds down to the outside of the barn, pick up the three wise men, quick stop at the Simpson House steps for a scene with the innkeeper and his wife, then into the barn for the full Nativity scene. (Baby Jesus had a pacifier and behaved very well.) You couldn't hear A THING people were saying, but the singing came off well (I did a descant on O Come All Ye Faithful, which I would never have been able to do if we had sopranos, so that was fun). And there were sheep in the barn and it was actually really lovely, though cold. They don't advertise it at all, apparently - it's a deep dark neighbourhood secret - because if they did it would be even more packed than it was.
Now I am off work for a week! I would like to think I'll get lots done but let's face it, I'll probably mostly lie about reading and eating.
As it is the Feast of St. Stephen, have a rerun from Day 19
of the Advent calendar.