Six weeks ago we decided we couldn't afford to spend xmas in NZ (shakes fist at stupid economy) even though we'd spent last xmas in Australia, and it was clearly my turn to spend xmas with my family in NZ. And I was very sad. I love my in-laws and I enjoy spending xmas with them, but I have to say I prefer to spend xmas with my family.
Last night (while suffering from the worst head cold I've ever had) I wondered about having David's parents and grandparents come here for xmas dinner. Today I idly worked on a potential menu; tonight he called them and they were thrilled to be invited here. And I'm thrilled they want to come here.
This xmas, for the first time in about 15 years, I'll be spending the entire festive season sleeping in my own bed. Because [until relatively recently] I've always been the single one, and because I have no children I've always had to travel to other people's houses for xmas, and I've always gotten the air mattress/sofa/broken bed to sleep on. I mean, not to sound bitter, and obviously you have to compromise, but being told that you have to sleep on the window-seat because there's only one of you - and you broke up with your partner of five years a month earlier - is not one of my cherished family xmas memories.
The dinner in itself won't be a problem, I don't think - we did a very similar thing for Troy's birthday dinner (although this time we will have different meats). I'll have to buy a few new (or probably op) dishes, and there will be some cleaning/organising/borrowing issues. Also I will have to get the table down from the attic, which may be a problem as I assembled it in the attic.
Soon I shall assemble the tree and arrange the reindeer. Here is how they looked last year:
and I imagine that's how they'll look again this year. Reindeer aren't much for change.