We had a reasonably early start today. Presents opened, Ollie first. He enjoyed his new toys for a while, and the excitement of anticipating the unwrapping. We opened ours next, some expected, some not, all nice, or useful. One or two need giving on, or changing, such is the way of presents. Phone calls from friends and relatives, text messages, and some blog salutations. Different time zones popping up Christmas at unusual times.
All was quiet outside. No more, the excited cycling or pogo-ing of yesteryear. Electronic toys rule the living rooms of modern children, and they play silent, and alone. The sun came out, unseasonal, yet welcome. Bright enough to dazzle, and to warm the living room, during our morning drinks. A big breakfast next. Cooked, served on plates, and eaten in the kitchen, at the table, as tradition dictates. More phone calls, to absent children, and far-flung friends and family. What news of their gifts? What did we get? The usual conversations.
Julie’s first Christmas without any of her children. Strange for her, upsetting in fact. Not the same, not as good; something very different. More peace and quiet outside, not a car, nobody passing, no callers to the house. I get ready to take Ollie out. He has to have his walk, after all. Nice to see a family playing football over the meadow. All generations joining in, getting fresh air, getting out of the house, to allow preparation of food. No usual dog companions though. Visiting relatives, having to travel, or routines disturbed. For whatever reason, they are absent.
Ollie feels better today, less bothered by his tail. He runs and scampers, looking for his friends; and finding none, settles for a squirrel, impossible to catch. The sun is so bright, it is hard to see. No sign of deer or rabbits, no egrets either. Just a small Robin, boldly landing at our feet. After an hour, Ollie has grown bored, and we head for home. There are vegetables to prepare, ovens to warm, and more calls to make or receive.
It is now almost 8.30pm. The meal was eaten and enjoyed, as was the dessert. We are a bit sluggish, and there is little or nothing to anticipate on TV. The day has almost ended, somewhat early, unusual for us. The presents are in neat piles, and the wrappers ready for the rubbish. Ollie is finally asleep, having missed his late afternoon nap.
Another Christmas Day in Beetley. Our second one here, and even quieter than the first.