We are a relatively new family, the M-Gs and so there are few traditions that have been firmly locked in thus far.
But this is what we do every year. Every year, I subject my family to the hell that is the Santa photo.
And the worse the shot is, in some perverse way, the better. I have yet to crack it for the screaming child on Santa's knee pic. Now those are funny.
Invariably, someone doesn't want to be in the shot which means we ALL have to be in it.
Brendon opted to stay out of the shot this year. Piker.
Reflections on our 2011 Santa pic:
– suspicion that my feet are nothing but slabs of ham and also, that I have no discernible ankles now confirmed in one hellish photo
– we are a family of red heads
– also, my children have no eyebrows
– this Santa is my favourite so far. Nothing disturbing going on with the eyes. Well done, Santa.
Tonight, Bren and I will wrap what will amount to all too many presents when the children are still opening them after lunch tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we will eat a traditional roast lunch for Christmas. In 29°C heat. Looking forward to cooking that meal…..
We are going exactly nowhere and seeing exactly no-one. It is just the M-Gs, we four (plus a Little Lady).
We love our extended family but shit, a relaxed day with no expectations or obligations…. can you say perfection?
Merry Christmas, lovelies. Wishing all of you a safe and sparkly day.