It is a winter morning. Mushy, somewhat blurred at the edges, tottering on the edge of a cruel winter. The sun's struggling to break through. I slump in my misshapen grandma chair, waiting for some sunny magic, working out the to-do list for Christmas.
The tree was chewed up by Birthday-Boy Zo two years ago and last year we had to settle for a Christmas Bowl instead. This time, I'll probably just put together a tree-substitute, hang lots of bling, throw in some glitter and call it a day.
The snoozy warmth of my sun-kissed terrace needs to be put to use. So Christmas lunch it has got to be. A few friends, a few bottles of wine, beer for the guys, and lots of finger food.
And on to the food. A couple of meringue pies, a roast chicken, mushroom quiches, devilled eggs and a brandy-soaked cake. The fruit needs to be soaked, the spices need to be stocked and the spirit needs to be cajoled into 2 days of intensive labour.
And while I've been day-dreaming, the sun's sauntered into my part of the sky. The breezing is brrrr-ing up, the greens are slow-dancing into sleep. Time to drop everything else and snooze, earn a few wrinkles, dream up the perfect terrace-sunshine-lunch. Happy holidays!
I can almost picture it! Imagery. Beautiful!!
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