Monday December’s 25th, twenty seventeen
Up early as usual. Soon all around us homes will be filled with squeals of delight, screams of “don’t touch anything until everyone is up”, and gasps of “oh you shouldn’t have” when they really mean it. Rooms will be filled with Chinese Christmas paper that can’t be recycled. We will start the eating and nibbling and drinking that lead to the invention of New Year’s resolutions. Toys will break early, be missing enough of the right batteries and be missing the part clearly labelled as such on the package in 0.05 size font.
People will get socks, sweaters and jeans, things they need. The cat will be off to the vet to have the tinsel ball removed from where ever it is lodged in the feline gastrointestinal system. Just four or five pet bucks (similar to boat bucks). It will snow and blow and people you would like to see won’t make it and others won’t be able to go home.
It will be a typical Canadian Christmas and by dinner time we will be planning and yearning for next Christmas. more later