I've invented a new word for the English Language: Santastic. It means a Santa induced fantastic time. I know that Christmas expired something like six weeks ago and I apologise for only getting around to reporting on a lovely week we had down on the south coast of NSW in late December.
Greg, Emily and the kids were home from the US for a month and Greg's parents invited us all down to their beach house at Broulee, south of Bateman's Bay. It's a lovely spot: golden sands with a mountain backdrop, islands off-shore, rivers discharging into the sea and great weather - sunny and warm most of the time. After Bcc and Max arrived a little late to join us, the house was sleeping fourteen people ... well four of them (Emily, Greg and the kids) were sleeping in a caravan in the garden. Also there were Greg's brother, David, Evina and their two children (James and Henry).
Fast forward to Christmas Eve. Food and drink were placed outside for Santa and his reindeer. They didn't disappoint. By sunrise the food and drink had all gone and left in the lounge room were some enormous stockings full of goodies. Naturally, the kids wanted to tear into the prezzies as soon as possible and we relented. Soon the four of them were having a Santastic time ripping paper and showing us Santa's generosity.
Here are Flynn and Ella having a ripping time!
And the debris remaining after the tornado had ripped through the presents. By the way, Santa is to be commended for realising that it's summer down here and adjusting accordingly. He didn't bother leaving behind, snow-shoes, toboggans, and pairs of skis.
After breakfast came a much bigger present-giving session, though the oldies and parents were excluded from the festivities by prior agreement. We all have too much 'stuff' we're trying to get rid of. For the kids however, the great moment had come and they were all excited. We accumulated a large pile of gift-wrapped presents and settled down to open them.
A great time was had by all!
AS
Greg, Emily and the kids were home from the US for a month and Greg's parents invited us all down to their beach house at Broulee, south of Bateman's Bay. It's a lovely spot: golden sands with a mountain backdrop, islands off-shore, rivers discharging into the sea and great weather - sunny and warm most of the time. After Bcc and Max arrived a little late to join us, the house was sleeping fourteen people ... well four of them (Emily, Greg and the kids) were sleeping in a caravan in the garden. Also there were Greg's brother, David, Evina and their two children (James and Henry).
Fast forward to Christmas Eve. Food and drink were placed outside for Santa and his reindeer. They didn't disappoint. By sunrise the food and drink had all gone and left in the lounge room were some enormous stockings full of goodies. Naturally, the kids wanted to tear into the prezzies as soon as possible and we relented. Soon the four of them were having a Santastic time ripping paper and showing us Santa's generosity.
Here are Flynn and Ella having a ripping time!
And the debris remaining after the tornado had ripped through the presents. By the way, Santa is to be commended for realising that it's summer down here and adjusting accordingly. He didn't bother leaving behind, snow-shoes, toboggans, and pairs of skis.
After breakfast came a much bigger present-giving session, though the oldies and parents were excluded from the festivities by prior agreement. We all have too much 'stuff' we're trying to get rid of. For the kids however, the great moment had come and they were all excited. We accumulated a large pile of gift-wrapped presents and settled down to open them.
A great time was had by all!
AS
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