Well, week one of our Christmas holiday is done. Did you have a nice Christmas? I hope you did.
It has been very, very quiet here, which is actually one of my very favourite things about Christmas on our street. The students go home to wherever they came from, and many of the neighbourhood families go to spend the holidays with their relatives. So that leaves just a handful of homes occupied, and that means few cars coming and going, very little noise, and a generally peaceful week.
It’s been raining and windy, which is kind of crappy. But it has also kept most people indoors, too, so that adds to the quiet. I’m guessing the street will become more populous and busy today, as people will start going back to work. But not all, so it will still be relatively quiet.
Our holiday was nice. Santa came and his sleigh overturned in our attic and we could not reach the tree for the presents. That Girl’s efforts to speak to The Big Man and write him letters were not in vain, as she got her prized Frozen Elsa and Anna dolls, as well as a “radio”, a little iPod to help her with her concentration and schoolwork. She got Lego and a ridiculous number of books and lots of jammies and clothes. She got puzzles and games and stuffies. She did very, very well.
She has not stopped playing with her Elsa and Anna dolls since Xmas Day. Seriously. That first day, she played with them for about EIGHT HOURS. She dressed them and changed them into party clothes, and then they had tea parties and they visited with friends and they went ice skating. In her imagination, for the most part.
She really, really, REALLY wanted those dolls.
BDH and I are fortunate and want for very little, so we set a reasonable budget and then said we were going to go the “Something to wear, something to read, something I want, something I need” route for gifts this year. It worked out really well for both of us. Me, I got THE BEST SLIPPERS IN THE UNIVERSE, and tea and books and clothes and a picture frame. I did terrifically well. BDH got books and Lego and clothes and gift cards for eBooks and iTunes.
Did I mention I got the BEST SLIPPERS EVER? Because I love them. They are Sorel slippers and they have a rubber sole and fuzzy insides and are so very comfy. I did not know they existed before Xmas, and now I wonder how I ever lived without them.
Aside from gifts, we have been having a very typical, relaxing Christmas. That Girl had a bit of a tummy bug leading up to Xmas, and I have had a chest cold the past few days, so it’s just as well. We’ve watched movies (in past years we’ve marathoned big movie series like Lord of the Rings, but that’s not so much fun for That Girl at this age) and lots of festive videos.
One traditional thing to do in recent years is for Stinkerbelle to play with her toys and I will knit, while we both watch BDH play one of his console games on the TV. Way back in the day it started with Crash Bandicoot and Ratchet and Clank and cartoon-y type games, and we’d help spot treasure to pick up and laugh uproariously when he got killed in any number of hilarious ways. This year, it’s an Indiana Jones-type game called Uncharted, which is also full of treasure to find and historical stuff and puzzles and seriously bad ways to die, but there’s also quite a bit of shoot-em-up action too. So, you know, the sound of gunfire may not be everyone’s idea of a peaceful Christmas, but then when he dies and Stinkerbelle and I are all HA HA HA DADDY WHAT THE HECK DID YOU JUST DO BOY YOU SURE GOT DEAD ON THAT ONE it really is fun for all.
Yeah, yeah, maybe not so much of the “peace on earth” bit, but hey, we like it.
Plus, it gives me hours and hours of knitting time. I get to park my carcass in a comfy chair, and spend my days knitting, which is probably my BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER. This year I am making a scarf for BDH, with really nice yarn but in a simple pattern, so I can knit easily and quickly, but still help BDH find treasure in his game and laugh at his character falling off cliffs and buildings and getting blown up by baddies.
We’ve eaten a ton of snacks and hors d’oeuvres, and are just cooking a turkey dinner today. We generally don’t eat a big dinner on Xmas day; we make a huge brunch and then graze on nibbles and cookies and cheese and crackers and the like until such time as we’re arsed to actually make a big dinner. Sometimes it’s Boxing Day. Usually it’s a weekend day sometime after. Once, it was New Years Day. Whatevs.
Alas, tomorrow BDH goes back to work for a couple of days. I’m still off for a week with That Girl. We’ve got turkey soup to make (of course, after tonight’s turkey dinner) but beyond that, we can relax. If the weather holds, we can walk to the store or have some play dates with a couple of the neighbour kids. And if not, maybe it’s time to introduce her to a movie marathon of the Horatio Hornblower series while I whip up a few knitted hats for charity.
Less gunfire, more cannon fire. Still lots of adventure. It might work.
BDH is off again at the end of the week for New Years. So we have a few days together before the rush and appointments and school begins again. We’ve needed the down time to recharge. I’ll be sad to see it end, but I’m glad we’ve been able to spend it relaxing together.