arrivederci

In five and a half hours I will be leaving for Murwillumbah, which, for those of you not in 'the know', lies on the border between NSW and QLD, on the coast.

It's a rural, quite lovely and green place ( at least, my hazy childhood memories tell me it is ) with natural crystals in the creek beds and a nasty tendency to flood.

This morning, Christmas Eve, my family and I had a small, quite pleasant 'Christmas morning', seeing as we'd miss it on the road. And though I was surprised, and it was all quite lovely, and there was the token torn Christmas paper foliage scattered beneath our humble lit tree, I regret to admit that truly, a little more magic was gone.

Perhaps it was my impending 7 hour shift at the Fruit Shop, but I'm not sure.

Perhaps I shall have to think of new ways to enjoy Christmas - new, grown-up ways; though I don't drink or gamble, and the whole club-scene just isn't my, well, scene.

Hmm.

Still, I am looking forward to Christmas Day tomorrow, and being up with the rest of our little family, who we never see because they live so very far away.

I find it interesting that for a great many of us, Christmas seems to be the climax of our year. It seems the thing we all work towards. But so many people, when I asked them at the register, making short conversation as you do over spuds and capsicums and carrots etc, would all give a weary sigh, saying they couldn't really wait for it to be over. Is Christmas merely a force of habit now, is the magic slipping away?

I'd rather not go where your minds are no doubt sidling - the whole materialism thing.

But yes, just some musings.

Anyhoo - I'm off soon, and I cannot wait ( even though I must persevere though nine hours of driving in a dark, musty, freezing cold bat-mobile to get there).

So I shall write more later.

Merry Christmas. Much love, Indi.