Christmas morning

Christmas morning has finally arrived, and it wasn’t a white Christmas, looking out the window. In fact, something tells me we’ll end up on a beach by the end of the day, but I shouldn’t try to guess what Christmas cheer Santa has in store.



As usual, Don is performing a myriad of stall tactics while I patiently (not so much) wait ...










by the Christmas tree (errr, heater) and turn on all the lights and put some classic Christmas records on.
















Livvy too decides to forget the damn gifts and just get on with the business of eating, so I forge forward regardless and give Don his first gift already unwrapped:




a bell for his mountain bike, totally New Zealand style. He’ll be set for the steep dirt rides we’re going to try up the valley roads. Everyone will be getting out of his 'beep beep' ing way.






And then, I find him delaying ONCE AGAIN, making coffee.











Now it’s collecting trash!! (Our poor trash collectors don't get a single day off--and neither did Don!) Santa ain’t gonna be so kind here in about 5 mins as she blows a gasket waiting.









Well, we finally got to the deed--don't get a dirty mind!--and opened gifts, creating a minor mess.







Don will enjoy his snorkel kit and I’ve got some great yarn, all made in New Zealand (the best stuff).







Here’s the take!









Sorry, Livvy, the gifts are all gone and you didn't want to play with yours! Off now to make a salad for our traditional kiwi Christmas tea at my colleague Nan's house. We are also responsible for wine…photos of that later!