There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Scooter proves a winner. Home, Geilston Bay. December 25, 2010.

Thank God that Christmas is nearly over again. I mean, really, they put the bloody decorations up in town in mid-November!

We've done the presents, pancakes done, cauldron of chocolate mousse is made, the veggies are good to go, the turkey is primed and ready. All I need is better behaved kids.

Calm before the storm. Home, Geilston Bay. December 25, 2010.

Anyway, the terrible twosome got themselves a ~~wee~~ Wii. The Nintendo one, not the urine one.

Time will tell how that turns out.

What is it? Home, Geilston Bay. December 25, 2010.

Quote of the day? Child #1 finished opening the last of [literally] dozens of presents:

No more?

OH!!! [Slams fist] I NEVER GET ANYTHING!!!

Merry Christmas everyone.

Comments

Dina said…

A lucky bunch.

26 December 2010 at 05:15

MurciaDailyPhoto said…

You're right, with the title of this post. It does not happen to you that when your children open presents, you think, "and how come I did not get these gifts so fantastic when I was a child. "
Perhaps what parents do is that our children receive the gifts that we would have liked as kids, right?

26 December 2010 at 11:40

Kris McCracken said…

Dina, Jen got a very costly new Mac! She must not have been naughty...

MDP, I think that you could well be correct.

28 December 2010 at 11:49

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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