Christmas Eve was spent eating a chippy supper down at the beach and chatting to a lovely Maori man casting his net into the sea and showing the children the fish he'd caught. He gave one to a young couple huddled over an illegal fire BBQ. She had short dreadlocks and he, a big afro and dark sunnies. My kinda people. Different and I like different. Very white and middle class where we live. Not really comfortable with that. Since living here, have discovered NZ isn't as racially aware as it likes us to think. Big divide... but that's another topic.
We walked along the beach then hurried back to the car as the barrier closed at dusk and we didn't fancy the $60 charge to get out again. We greeted the park Warden with a "Merry Christmas" as he made his way down to the beach to check if anyone was still around, rather than just lock them in the car park. Nice bloke. Warned us about the pillocks driving the roads that night... but that's like every night really. Dangers of living on the coastal road.
As we are in the season of light nights (doesn't get dark until 9.30ish) it was after 10pm before the sproglets went to bed and close on midnight by the time we felt safe enough to put up the boinga-boinga. Had to shine the car headlights onto us whilst we errected it. For some reason The Hubster and I found this hilarious and couldn't stop giggling all the time... then we had to test it out.
Santa suit has become a necessity in keeping the belief in Father Christmas alive; two years ago we had a close call with the sproglets and we hope if they wake and see FC in their room, looking all nice and familiar, they'll continue to believe. We fell into bed around 2am, exhausted by the sea air. And trampolining.
Christmas Day
No chance of capturing the sproglets' delight on film as they see that Santa has indeed popped in for a beer and a bite of a pork pie, due to them having to pass through the lounge to get to our bedroom. Unwrapped their stockinged gifts on our bed then went to unwrap the gifts from under the tree.
Christmas Fayre consisted of a fry up for breakfast and then snacking on a family sized pork pie and pickles. Distinct lack of nibbles this year as each time I'd shopped it'd been on a full stomach so didnt' feel the need for crap. Apologised to The Hubster who was craving shortbread. I offered to make some but he didn't want to wait.
No turkey.
No roasties.
No cranberry sauce.
No Christmas Pudding.
No point as we weren't fussed and the sproglets didn't care. Too warm to cook a roast but everyone else seems to do it. Food-wise, a Kiwi Christmas is exactly the same as an English one. Spent the rest of the day trampolining and untagling Barbie dolls and Transformers from the plastic tags that hold them in their boxes. More of a challenge each year that one.
Seasons Greetings everybod. Seasons Greetings.
- urban gypsy [11:02 am] |
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i am... honest. loyal. selfless. controlling ... hobbies... listening to music. theatre. blog hopping ... reads... chick lit. glossy magazines ... listens to music like... 70's disco. motown. pop ...
WISHES FOR
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
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Urban Gypsy
30-odd year old mum of two
England - Saudi Arabia
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words__
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss the fun
of getting there.
Life is not a race,
so take it slower,
hear the music before the music is over, take your time and stay happy...
wishes for__
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
