My youngest brother arrived Christmas Eve and was drawn into a conversation with Charles about Transformers before he even put his bag down.
Finding all the presents I'd hidden as I bought them over the past half year, working out what was for who and whether there was a reasonable balance between the children. Then wrapping them all. I had managed not to go as overboard as in some previous years, but wrapping still took far too long, even with Tony's help towards the end.
Failing to wake Nico for the evening meal after he'd nodded off with his uncles earlier in the day. Being interrupted about an hour after the meal by a furious and tired Nico, and spending some interminable period trying to help him through the meltdown enough to try the merits of warm milk and a cuddle. And then staying up with him until after midnight because Christmas is too exciting!
Tony tweeting: "Father Christmas brought me four packs of coffee and a book of Cambridge barber shop tales. What is he trying to suggest?!" (It is an open secret to everyone but Nico that I am Santa in this house.)
Calling Charles away from Minecraft to ask if he would like sparkling orange juice for elevenses like the rest of us. He walked right up to me, paused significantly, and said "No."
"How about salmon on bread?"
"How about opening your presents?"
Opening presents together: 4 adults, 2 children, approx 90% of the gifts by volume for the children. So much fun.
Lovely food by Tony. Pulling handmade crackers from my aunt as we all sat around the table.
Remembering that I took my last (ever, I sincerely hope!) ATRA dose last Christmas Eve.
Taking a little walk around my local streets in the evening to stretch my legs, and enjoying the variety of decorations on display.
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