Popular culture could lead you to the conclusion that Christmas is a time not of good will but of bad blood. There are so many stories about fights, bad behaviour and settling of old scores at Christmas that you could come to think of it as the norm. Not in my house. Christmas is a time of fun and frivolity with family and loved ones. I love Christmas and I think you should share the love. No-one should be home alone at Christmas. So when the decision was made that our December 25 feast would be in the evening, I decided we should drive to Brisbane for lunch with Margaret. We arrived with a basket of goodies, dogs with dazzling collars and me in a Christmas tree dress. She was so pleased to see us. Her eyes lit up when she opened the gifts. The feast served up by the Aged Care Centre's kitchen was most tasty and as always the dogs were a big hit.
But perhaps the moment of the day came just before we left when Oliver offered to sing a Christmas carol.
There was no denying her joy as she sang along to Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
That people is what Christmas is all about. And then after returning to the Coast it was time to nap, hit the beach and then round two with my sister Lisa and her family. It was a very merry Christmas day.
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