Christmas ...

Early Depiction of Santa

Well, it is almost that time of year again, when the Bearded one dumps his garbage under our moth eaten tree. Actually, it is already there. The boys know "who" Santa is and as long as they get goodies, don't really care. I shall ask them to tell me the true Christmas story and read it to them. We shall wander off with our stuff and except for lunch it will be a fairly normal day.

The boys are more interested in raising $20 each so they can get three months' registration for some fantasy game they are playing on the computer and can buy goodies with the money. We are fairly critical of the commercialism of Christmas and if it wasn't for the peer pressure put on the boys about it, would probably skip Christmas. They do like their goodies, though. It needs some thought, obviously.

My youngest sister and I met up in Campbelltown last night and enjoyed a fine meal at George's. I have known it was there ever since I first walked down Queen Street some 15 years ago, but last night was the first time I had actually been in there. It is a very nice little restaurant, with no stairs to get into it, it's biggest selling point. You can also eat at tables on the footpath. The prices are not bad either and it was reasonable to good quality food.

My biggest drawback was that I have lost my glasses. Still have not found them. I took them off before I went to shower for going out, and when I went to get them afterwards, they were not where I thought I had left them. I searched everywhere and then some. They will turn up eventually. Meanwhile I am left wearing my dark glasses, which luckily are the same formula, just shaded for the sun. On the white screen of the computer, the sunnies are actually much nicer and softer on my eyes.

More updates soon.