As usual, I stayed up late on Christmas Eve, tidying and cleaning and setting the tables.
We had one on the verandah and one inside. Table outside for nibbles and drinks. Inside one for the dinner.
In the past all of my in-laws have come. BiL, his wife and three kids. SiL and her two kids. MiL and her partner.
There’d often be others. Friends. Cousins. Some of my family. FiL, until he passed away.
This year it is a vastly diminished gathering. One of my sons is stuck in LA airport. He missed his connecting flight. He won’t have Christmas Day at all. He gets on the plane on Christmas Eve and lands on Boxing Day.
BiL’s wife decided she and the three kids were not coming this year. Though they came for drinks. There’s no visiting family from overseas. Friends we’ve asked in the past have either died or moved interstate. MiL has dementia and no longer has a boyfriend.
We had dip and French style goats cheese with crackers,nuts, and chips. Not as much as we have had in the past as we are flying out tomorrow so can’t have leftovers. No prawns. Mr S left the smoked salmon in our car so no salmon on blinis. What a waste!!!
For mains we had ham, turkey breast, lamb, roast potatoes, roast sweet potatoes, peas with gravy, cranberry sauce, red current jelly and mint jelly.
Dessert? Pav. Fruit. Christmas cake. Chocolates.
A day of food, drink, family, music, drink, conversation and laughter.
I hope all my readers had a merry Christmas!
PS: the toilet brush went over well. Mr S laughed all evening at the book which rubbishes Australian towns.
And I got this ornament in memory of my trip to the ballet.