Christmas - Day 2.

Posted 10 months, 2 weeks ago at 9:03 am. 0 comments

I was unusually restless on Christmas morning.

I woke about 6 times - the first 5 were obscenely early, but the 6th was just early enough to wake Nathan with a bunch of kisses.  Despite his potentially horrible hangover, I dragged him out to the tree, still half asleep, grinning and motioning toward his presents.

As I already mentioned, we’d agreed to exchange gifts together Christmas Morning.  I’d been looking forward to opening mine in particular, although watching him open his was almost as good.  He opened the remaining gifts from me (some geek stuff and a picture - he’d already opened his black sabbath shirt, and I’d already given him his other gift the previous afternoon), and I slooowly opened mine.  Nice to build suspense, and all that.

It was in a box from a jeweller.  Iiiinteresting!  Inside was this absolutely gorgeous two tone watch with a mother of pearl face.  It was so grown up, so beautiful.. I kind of couldn’t believe he’d picked something so perfect.  He’s a good kid.

Once I stopped gushing, he made an awesome breakfast, we played some christmas morning playstation with his dad, and we headed out to my Aunties place.

I was fairly nervous about taking him out there.  My mum, sister, and I are.. somewhat different from the rest of my family.  Don’t get me wrong, I love most of them very much, but it’s kind of an alternate universe.  We arrived and Desleigh, who shall henceforth be referred to as Dognuts (a not so affectionate term chosen by my sister) was sitting there.  I turned to Nathan in shock, welcomed him to Christmas, and was enveloped in a giant hug by my Aunty Kate.

I greeted everyone with smiles and hugs, announced that Jennifer and Mum would be there soon, and got ready to call Jen with the news.  Dognuts leapt from her seat, snapped “catherine.. CATHERINE!” a couple of times and dragged aunty kate inside, while I called Jen and informed her that she was there.

As you can probably tell, they don’t get along so well.  It sits rather nicely with me, because while Dognuts lived with us, she made my life generally quite awful.  I wasn’t allowed to eat/drink things from the fridge without asking, she commanded the house whenever mum wasn’t there (and then vehemently denied it upon her return), and often reminded me about how I didn’t cry at my dad’s funeral when I was being particularly obtuse - and quite justifiably so.  I spent most of the day ignoring both her, and her pervert boyfriend.  It was extremely satisfying.

Jennifer arrived shortly after, and the day went without a hitch.  Well.  Kind of.  Lunch was amazing, my aunty makes a completely kick-ass roast, but I can’t help but be a little concerned about some of the family.  My cousin, for instance, who has a beautiful little girl, seems to have developed a curious drug addiction.  My other cousin, who wasn’t in attendance, already has three (two or three, I can’t be certain) kids, is pregnant again, isn’t quite sure who the father is, and is battling a drug addiction of her own.  If that wasn’t enough, she’s moving in with the father of her first two kids, who routinely beats her, the kids, and hocks their belongings.

They’re a classy bunch.

After eating lunch and catching up, we decided it was time to go home and exchange presents - my mum, sister and I were waiting until before dinner.  While we unwrapped our gifts, Nathan looked after the roast, and when we were all done we settled in for some cluedo.

I fell asleep during the post dinner movie, and the last thing I remember was being walked upstairs and half being put into bed.  Christmas wasn’t so bad at all.