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.