Christmas

My mom and dad fly to Gambia in the early hours of tomorrow morning. They are in Gambia until the middle of January.

I don't like it. I don't get why they are going and for utterly selfish reasons wish they were not.

They came up for lunch with my auntie today along with my brother.

It was hard when they went and my daughter sobbed for a while after they had gone.

I am still feeling festive and scared the lady in ALDI with my cheerful christmas chatterings.

I love Christmas and hope that despite this one being a bit different it's still as lovely.