It's a new day and later today I will wake up like any other morning...well rested, but wanting to finish the last part of that interesting dream, and ready to celebrate Christmas.
I can't help but thinking Christmas day is a great metaphor.
I go to church, listen to the sermon and meet friends and wish them a merry Christmas. I eat some cookies and drink a coffee or two.
Then I eat more than I should, together with my family. After having thrown in greasy lamb en masse, I drink some more coffee and cookies.
After the food has barely set, there is plenty of gifts to open. We open one at a time, this takes hours. In between we go around the Christmas tree, sing and drink more coffee.
Around 11-12 in the evening we eat some porridge, and drink some coffee.
Some time later, I go to sleep, well fed and so full of coffee it's a question of how to get sleepy.
It's the most wonderful time of the year, gifts, food, coffee and family.
I can't help but thinking Christmas day is a great metaphor.
I go to church, listen to the sermon and meet friends and wish them a merry Christmas. I eat some cookies and drink a coffee or two.
Then I eat more than I should, together with my family. After having thrown in greasy lamb en masse, I drink some more coffee and cookies.
After the food has barely set, there is plenty of gifts to open. We open one at a time, this takes hours. In between we go around the Christmas tree, sing and drink more coffee.
Around 11-12 in the evening we eat some porridge, and drink some coffee.
Some time later, I go to sleep, well fed and so full of coffee it's a question of how to get sleepy.
It's the most wonderful time of the year, gifts, food, coffee and family.
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