This Christmas was different. Instead of having over 30 guests arriving for the Christmas Eve party I had my family. My daughter did most of the cooking, my daughter-in-laws all brought a dish and my wonderful husband cleaned the house.
My grand daughter will be one in a few days and she arrived in her Santa suit.
She has grown so much in the 2 weeks since I have seen her. She is going to be a champion Netballer with that height, goal defence or goal attack I think. (Her mother told us that her grandfather had been over 7 foot tall, those Dutch genes are kicking in.) She loved all her presents but it was the books she liked the best. Every present she opened that had a book in it she had to have read straight away. She might even be an engineer the fascination she showed with the parts of the toy vacumme cleaner.
Christmas day saw me exhausted so I mainly slept and listened to little French voices waft over the fence from next door. Their relatives have just arrived from Europe and the joys of a summer Christmas could be heard as they splashed in the pool and ate lunch on the verandah. I wasn't able to get to Mass but watched the service from the Vatican on TV.
So, it has been a different Christmas but still special.