Christmas Letter

Christ­mas Day Breakfast

There was a woman in her for­ties strolling through the hordes at Takashimaya the other day, singing out loudly, “All I want for Creamer is my two fron­tee, my two fron­tee, my two fron­tee”. Aun­tie, we hope you get your two fron­tee and more.

It’s time for Christ­mas wishes, and I don’t know why it is, but I’ve only just dis­cov­ered that writ­ing and send­ing Christ­mas let­ters is a tra­di­tion in some countries.

Peo­ple write long, wordy let­ters to friends and fam­ily about how they, their kids, and their pets have been doing the past year. They obvi­ously haven’t been blogging.

If I were to write a Christ­mas let­ter to my friends and fam­ily, it’d prob­a­bly go some­thing along the lines of ‘read my blog’s archives from Dec 2005 — Dec 2006, Merry Christ­mas’.

But seri­ously though, there are some things worth say­ing again for Christ­mas, how­ever we may cel­e­brate it.

For mine, this is my sec­ond Christ­mas with Naomi, and it’s some­thing to cel­e­brate all on it’s own. Apart from our own, we prob­a­bly also attended a record num­ber of wed­dings this year, each beau­ti­ful in their way, one with pyrotech­nics, and oth­ers with the quiet reflec­tion of a few spe­cial words. To these mar­ried friends and fam­ily, we wish you again, love, peace and hap­pi­ness, and our heart­felt empa­thy at the chaos that is known as a wed­ding preparation.

We also wit­nessed, well, not quite, but you get what I mean, a record num­ber of births. For bring­ing new lives, and for forg­ing new bonds, con­grat­u­la­tions to every new par­ent we know.

To Aunty Lynn, thank you for describ­ing in detail how Teck and Cindy brought Cerys into the world, and re-acquainting us with what it means to form last­ing bonds. Teck­wyn, you da man, and Cindy, you da Mum.

We’ve been exceed­ingly lucky to wit­ness and expe­ri­ence the lit­tle mir­a­cles that make up our lives, and to be able to endure rough days by real­is­ing that they are wide as they are long; by tak­ing time out to chuckle, because it’s good to chuckle; at things such as there being a plethora of ‘Geisha’ books at Bor­ders and Kinoku­niya because every­one wants a Mem­oir of a Geisha — there are titles such as ‘Auto­bi­og­ra­phy of a Geisha’ — which pre­sum­ably has the edgi­ness of being writ­ten by a geisha her­self; ‘The Secret Life of Geisha’, which after you watch it, won’t be so secret already, and the infi­nitely intrigu­ing ‘Kick­box­ing Geishas’.

But I’m chuck­ling at there not being a book titled ‘Anatomy of a Geisha’, which would have been a seller, I tell you.

But never mind. Merry Christ­mas every­one. And remem­ber, being merry goes a long way to get­ting peace, love and happiness.

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