Yes, just pictures…because, I’m honestly too exhausted to put together a cute little post that’s well strung together with some cohesive and clever little thought patterns. Also, we’re on the cusp of the new year, so aint nobody got time for that!
But I will say that, in keeping with our “not according to plan” theme of Christmas eve (see here), Christmas didn’t disappoint either. Like oh say, the fact that I did not plan on ending off my Christmas night by nursing a poor little Parker-Grace with her 40’C fever, as opposed to collapsing into my bed for some much needed glorious sleep. No instead, I was pretty much awake the entire time, save an hour or so. Wonderful way to prime oneself for crazy-land.
And I suppose the ending is as good a place to start giving you some context, eh? To top it off, those sleepless nights haven’t yet ended, so Im live and direct from exhaustion-central. However, I did say this season was going to leave me in an exhausted-heap – not what I was meaning exactly, but I do keep to my word I suppose. Although, despite the zombified look that I’m sporting and my whittled away brain I now have, this season still did it’s charming thing and has left me with the warm and fuzzies like it always does.
I get to bath myself in the warm and memorable feelings that I had for every Christmas as a kid, thanks to my mom and dad, and I now also get to indulge in it even more and with new perspective with my children.
Everything was wonderful, despite the various spanners that life tossed in for good measure.
We waited for Parker-Grace to finally awake before we all went downstairs to see if Father Christmas had indeed came down that chimney.
And despite all the build up, Morgy was still not too interested in the gifts under the tree – her main concern was breakfast. Parky however, stood half in awe of the sight before her and half confused by sisters blatant dismal thereof. Torn between copying her big sis (as always) thereby also ignoring the treasures under the tree, or embracing herself and randomly ripping the wrapping off every gift under it! Long story short she embraced herself, and I mostly apologised to every other person that day for their half ripped open gift. Eventually Morgy also realised it was fun and joined in. It was glorious – shredded paper everywhere.
Thereafter it was family lunch, where we got to indulge in everyone’s wares. However, keeping up our Grammer family reputation, time did not exist, and everyone kind of waltzed in at a leisurely pace, with still a few bits to cook and put together. There were all of us, busy in my mother’s kitchen. (Ok, so maybe not all of us, we were missing my sister and her family and our eldest brother and his family this time. It leaves a huge gap without them.) Everyone hustling and enjoying the very typical bustle we all grew up with, in the very same house. Squeezing past each other (its a big kitchen, but we’re a big family), helping each other (my should-have-been-a-chef brother showed me how to remove vanilla pods from the stick), laughing together and just enjoying each other – without a care in the world about what time the rest of the world has lunch.
This, I suppose, is what Christmas is about for us: Yes, in celebration of God’s only son given unto us, but also- the simple togetherness and enjoyment of each other; Breaking bread together and keeping our ties that bond, strong and secure.
Sure I feel like dog’s breakfast right now as I type this, I mean I am yet to actually get a full night’s sleep, and am hoping my sweet little Parker-Grace will be on the mend soon-soon, and my patience has started to wear thin thanks to poor sleep, but I am still thankful for time and energy well-spent this past season and am already looking through these pix with happy thoughts.
Hope yours was very merry too, and that you got to spend some quality time with loved ones, and made some magical memories. And if you didn’t, not to worry, you have a whole new year ahead of you to do just that! Go forth and be bold, be present, be honest, be you…and make 2016 yours. In fact, it already is, you just have to decide what you’re going to do with it! (I find that that’s the tricky part of it.)
Oh snap, I just realised, I actually wrote a post! Ok so maybe the title should be, “Our Christmas in pictures and some random thoughts”.
And since I got this far, I might as well end off by quoting a well-known poem that I memorised from when I was eight years old. I don’t know why I did it, it made little sense to me as a kid, but this year I learnt how very true it is:
“I bargained with life for a penny,
and life would pay no more,
However I begged at evenings,
When I counted my scanty store.
For life is just an employer,
He gives what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why you must bear the task.
I worked for a menial’s hire,
Only to learn dismayed,
That anything I had asked of life,
Life would have willingly paid.”