On the plus side, I took the dog for a walk the other day along the sea at Aramoana. For some people this is a place of tragedy and sorrow because a number of years ago a man went on a shooting rampage and killed a number of people.
I always feel a great sense of loss when I go there but at the same time, I also have a great sense of peace and oneness with nature. Whilst I got nearly got blown to kingdom come, it was a lovely afternoon and I was able to watch seals play in the kelp and literally ran into three yellow-eyed penguins. The dog chased a family of feral cats, including three kittens who were nesting amongst the rocks. My husband was disappointed that I had not knocked the cats on their heads with a rock because of the danger they pose to the rare penguins.
I miss my family in England very much at this time of the year but at the same time I feel Christmas is a lot less commercialized for us as a family here than it would be if we were still in England. Because we are on our own, we have had to rely on each and develop our own Christmas traditions. So hopefully, the weather will hold up and we'll get to play our annual game of Christmas cricket.
But Christmas changes as the family grows up. My two teenagers are both working all over the holiday except for Christmas Day in the local supermarket and department store. My husband is working night duty. So I will be home alone with nothing to do except read my historical romances and may be plan some blogs posts!?