So a quick round up of what was for us, as was for many, a somewhat quieter festive season this year.
A week before Christmas everything was still on track. But then St Nicola and Bad Boris altered our plans by effectively cancelling the Southern Rookes and Grandad Rooke from coming to stay. So at the eleventh hour we were left with one large turkey (for 2 pescatarian adults and 2 tiny kids), a cheese mound to see us through Brexit and beyond, gravlax, puddings and plenty more. Hmmm...what could we do but rise to the challenge and tuck in!
Still, it wasn't the same. Despite our best Zooming efforts it didn't have the same buzz. That said, the slightly more quiet time did give us a different perspective on Christmas, and I did spend less time cooking and more time eating.
We were also very lucky - the weather was crisp, cold and snowy. We've had 10 months of practising how to all get along locked down as a family. And we have plenty of friends who we could all individually meet up with outdoors. So that meant only one thing....Sledging!
So we found a daily rhythm - slow start - play with gifts - cheese for lunch - sledging - festive dinner - early bed - and repeat...The only break in our festive rhythm was my growing an ear that elf's would be proud of and spending the early part of Boxing Day getting some hefty antibiotics. And whether our rhythm sounds like heaven to you or not, it could have been a lot worse. And we all actually had a lovely time and have much to be grateful for...
But Dear Santa....next year could we please have our other Christmas back???
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