Ah, Christmas

Tis the season to be jolly.  Oh and to get all worked up about stuff.  And to wish you were a child again, or not, as the case may be.  And to wiggle your way through the expectations and ideas about what should be...  I have a notion of a fairytale Christmas and I so want to get to it and then there are these hurdles, seemingly, to negotiate.  I think I want to be a child again because it was all so simple, and there was only one way to do things.  Hub and I ARE getting there! Our ideas are so different (I really don't find it at all important to watch Dr Who, for example - yes, guess who does!) and I am in mixed minds about whether a Big Up traditional Christmas lunch IS a good idea if I am cooking it on my own and there is only 3 of us to eat it.  So we are going to have fajitas, which is Bub's suggestion.  And so much easier....  though, is easy what I really want??? ach, it will be fun.  And besides the whole big up nosh up of turkey and trimmings is coming on boxing day via my brother's brilliant culinary skills.  We are thinking of going to the beach on Christmas morning to see the mad folk swim in the sea.  And to the pub for a drink.  And then back for lots of chocolates everyone's favourite sandwiches and Christmas Dr Who.  Why not.  Its got killer snowmen in it after all. 

I think this will be a good Christmas. 

Now I just need to sort out the mince pies and a few social engagements and it will be sorted.  Maybe panto? I do love a panto.

And mulled wine.  I am finding mulled wine very theraputic indeed.