What on earth happened to 2005? And why is the only Christmas carol I've heard playing so far this year Silent Night? I can't get away from it. I'm being followed by elves with boom boxes playing it over and over again. Every store I walk into and every carols by candlelight I pass has it playing. It echoes from the car park of the Westfield up the road and plays in a continuous loop invading my dreams. When I catch said elves I will crush their tiny heads like coconuts and outlaw the singing of that beautiful, yet oh so repetitive song in anything but German.
'Tis the time of year for panic. All work must be completed before the boys piss off on their summer holiday. Of course it won't be, but the panic helps set the mood for the festive season. At least I have my shopping done. Well more to the point, Mrs A had the shopping done, about February last. And wrapped by March. I'm buying some new golf clubs for me in case Santa didn't get my email, or took umbrage to my rough treatment of his elves and their musical play-list. Dad bought me the camera, so I think I'm pretty much set for the coming year.
Christmas is at Mum and Dads this year. The whole cooking of the turkey in searing December heat is something we always avoided, preferring tropical fruits and cold cuts of various meats. (All cold cuts supplied by the good people a Penny's Mosman. Shop at Penny's. No, really go and do it NOW! This was a paid advertisement by Mrs A, spoken by Mrs A. for Penny's Mosman). But with a widowed Grandmother of a generation when people were made from asbestos and capable of cooking a roast on the hottest day of the year and still having time to fill their husbands pipe and have seven children simultaneously whilst toasting the Queen coming to spend the day with us, we will bear the extra heat of the oven, and put her in it.
And now for some unrelated pictures.
Whoever you are and wherever you be, whether or not you follow Christmas or Yule or other traditions, whether you really give a damn at all about the Gregorian calendar, I wish you much cheer and joy and stuff and hope that the New Year is full of satisfactory blogging and happiness in life and love. I can't promise anything about Tuesdays though. Oh, and look out for the date of the housewarming when we get to Northbridge early in the New Year.