Christmas Round Up
Number of presents under our tree by 10am on Christmas morning:
Approx four hundred million.
Extravagant presents from Fiance, for me, in addition to books, perfume and a jacket:
One, in the shape of a mini LCD TV for our bedroom. Love. That. Boy. But damn him for spending too much, when I stuck to budget.
Guilt Presents bought for Fiance, by me, on Boxing Day:
Small black bunnies with white socks and a rambunctious personality in my stocking:
Rashers of bacon burnt to carbon by me whilst cooking breakfast:
Burnt rashers of bacon consumed by me in the kitchen when no-one was looking:
F-words uttered by sister's drunk boyfriend in the presence of both mums and an aunt:
Twenty three before I lost count.
Naps taken by sister's drunk boyfriend on Christmas Night:
One nap. Enforced by mortified sister.
Christmas quizzes won by the author and her mum:
Christmas Traditions established:
One. 'Cam's Christmas Quiz' was a riotous success (despite accusations of match fixing, because the Quizmaster's Fiance and future Mother-in-Law won), and next year's is already in the planning stage.
Like last year, there were great gaping holes where our fathers should have been but there always will be, so we just have to make the best of things. Fiance's mum has two foster children staying with her, and their story (taken away from their parents and staying with strangers over Christmas) made us all feel a little luckier in what we still have.