Where does the time go? It's over a week since Christmas and my substitute author (Dad) hasn't got away from his hobby desk to update the blog for me. A quick poke with a sharp pencil has got him back to the keyboard. Well, the first thing I did on Christmas Eve was to get a goodies plate ready for Santa and Rudolph. Now I know that reindeer don't eat carrots, but tradition has to be followed. The plate is always empty on Christmas morning anyhow. Then we went over to Bro Trent's place to watch the carols on his ginormous TV, eat pizza, drink wine and swap presents. Of course there were presents and a sizable bit of cash under my tree in the morning. One of the new things I found this Christmas (actually Mum found them) is marzipan fruit. I was not sure that this was suitable small bear food, but one bite and all doubt disappeared - this is wonderful fodder. We met up with many friends, including my favourite, Unka Patrick, who makes me interesting holiday shirts. Actually, the strangest thing about Christmas is the way that the Oldies dress strangely and act even stranger. Christmas is a great time at our house.
Labels: Canberra, Christmas
# posted by Bart Bear @ 1:50 pm
