(noun) the Christian festival commemorating Christ’s birth
The most notable thing about Christmas here was that it was cold. It was just 14C (58F). It was the coldest Christmas day in Melbourne since records began. Some places had a ‘white Christmas,” which is extremely unusual. For me personally it was nice, I’m not a big fan of hot weather and a roast meal tastes better when the heater is on. If this is global warming, bring it on baby, I say.
My Christmas day started around 8:30am when I got out of bed, which was good because I was worried someone would get me up earlier. I received some useful gifts including some heavier dumbbells to hopefully grow some muscles, a new pair of thongs (as in flip flops not other thongs) and money. I also received the first two seasons of ‘Lois and Clark: The New Adventures Of Superman.’ I loved that show in the mid-1990s. and it was great watching it again. Some of my memories must have been lying dormant in my long-term memory for a decade plus, because sometimes I knew what was going to happen next.
My family had dinner with my Mum’s sister and her family and our grandparents. It was a good meal and the company was good. I’m appreciating extended family a lot more then I used too. Our extended family is not really close. But they’re great people to spend some relaxed time with and chat (or listen to them in my case usual) good-naturedly. There feels like there’s less pressure when it’s family, as opposed to friends or acquaintances.
So all in all it was a good day. Except I’m promising myself that next year I won’t eat so much…and maybe I’ll keep myself to it this year.