Mike's musings

Christmas

(Still backposting) Christmas means a whole lot more when you have a child. Not only is there the fun of presents (which Jo enjoyed much more than we expected, as we assumed she wouldn't really "get" presents), but, as I began to realise when Moo was very pregnant late last year, part of the message about Christmas isn't just the Incarnation, but the fact that the Divine became not just human, but a baby. Babies are astonishing.

Lots of presents from lots of people. I got, among other things, a recording of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin, a CD by the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain (which, incidentally, just rocks), the latest Coldplay CD, a seriously upmarket barbecue kit (in an aluminium case!), some calvados, a screwdriver with a flexible shaft and magnetic bits (these two features are very funny if you say them right), a car bin tidy.

Jim, Nina, Moo, Jo and I went to the 10 o'clock at Cheddar, which Jo enjoyed a lot, as she did a lot of wandering (by which I mean crawling) around the church. Lots of carols, a short and sweet sermon, and communion (Jo came up for a blessing).

Smoked salmon and champagne, followed by presents, then a proper Christmas dinner around 4pm. Jo slept quite badly, so to bed quite early for Moo, and not that late for me.

Note to self: don't play Monopoly with Nina again. She's a _fiend_.