Which is Vietnamese for Happy Christmas and I’d rather be in sweltering, bustling Asia than Sussex. Now that Son is a grown up, the festivities have taken on a different – less exciting – atmosphere(although he still wants a Christmas stocking bless him). Gone are the days when he was wide eyed with wonder at the legend of a fat chap squeezing down our chimney. Far from waking his parents at dawn, we’ll be lucky if he’s up by midday.So, this year we are bucking tradition (with a twinge of guilt) and having beef on Christmas Day, very few decorations, and very few surprises (we do wish lists now).
Anyhow, we received our first Christmas card yesterday and so it’s time to make a decision. I have, rather naughtily, only sent cards every other year – no-one seemed to notice! Anyhow, as my far more sensible friend B. was horrified that I wasn’t planning to send any again this season I think I will make the effort and, in deference to her advice, set pen to paper and drive down to the letterbox like a good girl. She’s right of course, we all love to see what the postman (or, in our case, postwoman) has in their sack for us, so perhaps it’s time I bucked up my ideas and got into the festive spirit…perhaps a small sherry might do it.