And it’s over, the whole Christmas thing. The last meal was cooked and there was nothing left. It is not the last tangerine, I have a few left, but just a symbol of was is left when the tangering is peeled and the inside eaten.
No. 2 son visited with his family, two grandchildren were here. one sleeping most of the time, being just a month old and the other discovering the opportunities that our appartment has to offer, although they left mid afternoon and Grandad and Grandma took a sleep afterwards.
So now another normal year is approaching and the Christmas fun is again 12 months away, thank goodness. I really think I am getting too old for it. If I buy something monthly for Christmas next year, I can just ignore it next year because I will have everything, although unfortunately it does not work that way.
So lt’s go back to normal. Mr. Swiss asked what we are eating this evening, my answer being the remains in the fridge. This evening I will make my shopping list for the week-end and the whole routine begins again. Nothing really spiritual about this, just reality.