It feels like Christmas here. Well, the Christmas I've become used to anyway after spending the last 5 or so away from home. My Christmas is a chilly one, an icy one, with Christmas drinks a-plenty, where ugg-boots are on, the heater is out, Christmas carols are playing and where a tree clearly too big for our apartment is decorated in lights and decorations, this year with the help of a very special little cousin of mine visiting at the moment...
Where plans are made with friends for Christmas day, where there's talk of bad Christmas jumpers and whether a certain someone will don the Santa suit once again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a repeat performance. The entertainment value is priceless.
|Santa enjoying himself a little too much in the South of France '09|
The difference for 2011 being I'm a little fatter than previous years, which means I most definitely won't fit into the delightful-yet-hideous Christmas jumper I wore last year (blessing in disguise), I'll very unfortunately have to stay away from indulging in just a little too much festive wine (which obviously means I have credit to over-indulge in other Christmas goodies...hello roast potatoes and Christmas pudding, I'm talking to you), and this year coming.... will be our last just the two of us.
Next year will be a whole new sort of Christmas. And how exciting is that??