This time last year we were in Argentina and Christmas was sandwiched in between two weddings.
We celebrated with dinner for extended family on Christmas Eve. At midnight Papa Noel arrived with a large sack containing one present for each child.
Christmas Day was spent with extended family again, relaxing round the pool, chatting and dining on leftovers.
The run up to this Christmas has been a wee bit more frenetic but now the gifts have been wrapped and the last two of nine Christmas cakes are in the oven. All that remains to be done today is to make a chocolate Christmas tree and a pavlova.
Tonight we’ll go to the candle light carol service in the wee church near by and tomorrow we’ll have a relaxed lunch at home with extended family.
Wherever you and whoever you’re with, may your Christmas be relaxed and happy and may 2010 treat you and yours well.
Feliz navidad, espero tengas un año nuevo felicidad.
Harry Warren, comp0ser and lyricist, was born 116 years ago today.
Otago University’s Sextet sang another version of this in a Capping Show 30ish years ago but I won’t repeat the lyrics here.
On the radio yesterday a talkback caller kept referring to the Minister of Social Welfare as Paula Benefit.
Was it a Freudian slip or deliberate?
The four banks – ANZ, ASB, BNZ, Westpac- which were judged to be in debt to Inland Revenue have agreed to pay $2.2b.
That’s a very pleasant turn around from most of the news stories of the year which have recorded falling tax revenue in the wake of the recession.
Just the Christmas present Finance Minsiter Bill English needs.
By request, a repeat of a post from last year:
Twelve days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “If the wind keeps up the lucerne should be fit by mid-afternoon so we’ll start making hay and there could be a few extra men for tea. But if there’s time when we finish I’ll get the Christmas tree.”
Eleven days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “I’m going through to a sale in Central. I should be back in time for the school concert, though probably not in time to get the Christmas tree.”
Ten days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “When you go into town this morning could you see if the spare part for the tractor has turned up yet, pick up some drench, drop a few cheques into the bank then pay these bills, there’s only two or three. While you’re doing that I’ll get the Christmas tree”
Nine days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “We’ll be shearing today, one of the men will be in the shed so he’ll want lunch early, the other should be in at the usual time and I probably won’t be in ‘til after one. But if we get the irrigator fixed this afternoon there might be time to get the Christmas tree.”
Eight days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “One of the rousies didn’t turn up so I’ve had to get another at short notice. Would you mind giving her lunch and could you throw something together for her morning and afternoon tea? If there’s no problems getting the sheep in I should have time to get the Christmas tree”
Seven days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “The farm advisor’s coming for a look round this morning and I’ll be working with cattle all afternoon, but if the phone’s quiet after dinner I’ll go and get the Christmas tree.”
Six days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “I’m going to the sale this morning and it’ll take most of the afternoon to draft the lambs. But they shouldn’t need dagging so when we’ve loaded the truck I’ll have time to get the Christmas tree.”
Five days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “If the rain holds off we’ll make a start on the silage this afternoon but it’s almost mid-summer’s day so if it’s still be light enough to see when we knock off I should be able to get the Christmas tree.”
Four days before Christmas my farmers said to me, “We’ll be making silage again today. It would save time if you could bring lunch out to the paddock and we’ll probably want dinner too – but if we finish early then I’ll go and get the tree.”
Three days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “Could you pick up the irrigator hose from the carriers? I won’t have time to do any shopping now so when you’re in town why don’t you choose yourself something and charge it up to me? And while you’re away I’ll get the Christmas tree.”
Two days before Christmas my farmer said to me, “Are you all organised for the staff party? When I’ve finished drenching those lambs I’ll have to shift the irrigator but I’ll be able to give you a hand after that if I get everything done quickly, oh and of course I will get the Christmas tree.”
One day before Christmas my farmer said to me, “The motorbike ran out of petrol in the back paddock. Could you come up in the ute to pick me up and if you bring the chain saw with you we could detour on the way back to get the Christmas tree.”
For the record: my farmer got the tree a couple of weeks ago.
Just 7/10 in the Dominion Post’s political quiz.
One less than Kiwiblog – I think this week’s questions were a bit more obscure.
I did know what was on John Key’s Christmas card but didn’t know where Helen Clark is tramping, didn’t recognise the MP nor know which MP had gashed his/her forehead after walking in to a clothes line.