We arrived home from our Christmas excursion in Atlanta this afternoon and since putting the little ‘un to bed we have followed the same pattern as every other parent in the world and wrapped presents, sipped wine and argued over who will neck the majority of a glass of port and leave crumbs from a deliciously flakey mince pie!
This is the first Christmas we have spent in Bermuda for 5 years and now we are at home and unpacked I am very much looking forward to our own bed and not having to live out of a suitcase for a week, even though tomorrow I know we’ll have a moment when we’ll have a yearning to be with family.
On the flip side however is the weather in Bermuda tomorrow is said to be 23 degrees celsius (73f) and, as is traditional we will go the beach late morning after a hearty breakfast and present opening to meet friends and pop a few champagne corks.
Later we are having Christmas lunch with friends and will be home in the evening to move nicely into comatoseness, although sadly without the added bonus of good old fashioned British Christmas telly. Please don’t moan about it, you don’t know how blessed you are!
I’d like to wish you and your dear ones a very happy Christmas.