I don’t know if anyone noticed, but yesterday was Christmas day. Since I spent Christmas last year in Beechworth with the parents, this year I was due to spend Christmas with the Chef’s large family, with an estimated twenty-seven guests expected for the day. After doing some quick sums, I realised this was roughly double the largest amount of people who ever attended any of my family Christmases as a kid. Madness!
With our presents wrapped up and the Chef’s now famous chicken balls cooling in their trays, it was time to head off. Just for something different, I took my camera along for the ride and I now present you with a brief glimpse of my Christmas with the in-laws.
Why, yes, that is a blurry me in that window below. You can sort of see my retro-styled dress with the palm trees and ukeleles on it, if you squint a bit.
Actually, no, squinting just makes it worse. Rest assured that I love that dress and its inexplicable Hawaiianness. I may wear it again for New Years.
There was plenty of time for taking a million photos of the World’s Cutest Nephew. If you know me, you’ll know I’m vaguely afraid of small children, so they have to be something special for me to voluntarily spend time in close proximity to them. It helps that said small child appears to be fascinated by my camera and stares straight at the lens as soon as I point it in his direction.
Then there was food. Food was accompanied by the requisite Christmas crackers and the obligatory Christmas jokes. I continued my tradition of acquiring the worst or most pointless cracker presents: this time, I scored a tiny die. My excitement knew no bounds.
While I may have failed at crackers, I definitely won at stealing more of those muffin puddings (not to mention the rest of the custard to go with them). If all went to plan, I should have eaten one of them for an incredibly healthy breakfast today prior to my 7am train to the parents’ place.
I hope you all survived Christmas Day unscathed. Now we can all rest up a bit in preparation for the New Year!