Happy Christmas friends and family all over the world! It is Christmas Eve in Australia. The champagne is flowing (a lovely bubbly I got from a Collingwood winery this morning - a little slice of Europe right there on the corner with vine leaves and pots of flowers with a very European looking apartment above. Three cases of an assortment of wine will get us through the festive season and beyond). As I type this The Accountant and Pom-Pom (Russell - Mother's husband) are setting up the trampoline in the garden.
Tomorrow I am serving bellinis in the garden by 8:30am. I think even Father Christmas is arriving at 8:00am to give out presents (Pom-Pom dressed appropriately). Croissants, fruit salad and my speciality - Nigella's spicy biscuits which I usually serve at our Oxford Christmas Party. Then a big roast lunch with lamb and chicken (fussy eaters). Out to the bigger family get-together in the late afternoon - just a small family gathering of about 40 guests.
Henry has got himself in such a state about Christmas that he is already in bed - over-tired and a tendency to be annoying to adults. A bit of a shame as he has made some Reindeer Dust which he was to sprinkle on the path up to the door to enable Santa Claus to find the entrance. The Dust is a combination of rolled oats and very camp glitter, and was made at school. These teachers certainly have sense of humour. Can you imagine the comments in the staffroom at lunchtime? "Yes Claire I even tricked my Preps into making Reindeer Dust. They fall for it every year......".
So the big Christmas present for the boys is a trampoline care of Grandparents No. 2 (no offence Father and Jo - it's only because you're not here right now - and I've had a few of the Broken Gate bubbly). The Accountant and Pom-Pom are putting it together right now in the garden (much male-bonding and beer drinking) and Rufus is happily, and naively helping sans older brother. At least Henry will have a lovely surprise when he wakes tomorrow morning.
Merry Christmas every last one of you.
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