Another Christmas with Shirley and her family, although this time Bill’s family came down as well. I spent Christmas Eve night and Christmas day at their house, partaking in the Christmas experience with those who believe in the importance of such a ritual.
We were wrapping presents (from “Santa”) until midnight on Christmas Eve. The tree must have been raised the two feet off the ground to fit everything underneath. Negotiations went on through the night as to what time to wake up, but the kids woke us up at 6:30 anyway. Looking back on the pictures of 2005, you can tell how much they’ve grown in just two years.
Loads more pictures behind the cut.
I got something from Shirley, and even her parents, which was totally unexpected because I had never even met them before. “You spoil me”, I said, but they wouldn’t concede me the point.
I don’t have any Christmas decorations because I don’t celebrate, myself. There’s a certain impracticality to them. Something you only bring out once a year.
Christmas dinners are different from what I used to have as a child. The big meal would be a roast pig. Turkey isn’t a traditional Chinese food.
Most of the time was spent lazing around, taking it easy, appreciating the holidays as a break from the every day grind. The older kids don’t believe in Santa Claus anymore, but it doesn’t matter. It does nothing to rob anyone of the Christmas spirit.
At no point did I feel like a guest; there was no standing on ceremony, and that’s what made me feel most like I was part of a family.
Something I get to experience if but once a year.