This year I'll have Christmas all wrapped up
What is all the fuss about? Christmas is a piece of cake. Preferably gluten free. For years I survived Christmas and winter by heading to family in North Carolina where the weather was like our spring but without the rain. There I settled into a life of blue skies, swimming pool, the jet ski on the lake and hours in the outdoor hot tub under the stars with a glass of red wine or prosecco. By the time I came back to this cold, dark, wet country I was ready to tough it out to spring.
That was then and now is now. North Carolina voted the wrong way so Christmas is between Dublin and Kilkenny where there is a distinct lack of sun, heat, swimming pools and hot tubs in the garden. I will have to spend a lot more time indoors in the company of a family who are not showing any signs of increased tolerance of my selfcentred behaviour.
There are positives. The presents are easy. The 'children' still send Amazon wish lists despite having an average age in their 20s and earning small fortunes in London and New York. There is a psychological rule about sisters that when they are together for holidays they revert to being 12-year-olds so I won't see much of them as they don't rise until late afternoon.