Christmas is nearly here. As is the summer (yes, NZ is warming up). As are longer days outdoors.
I've always loved the festive season. Not because of all the cool gifts (like my Six Million Dollar Man rhino/jeep set in 1978), but because of the friends and family that gather to drink, eat, laugh, sleep, and play together. Always with infectious optimism.
Yesterday we were at my parents' house helping them put up their Christmas tree when I stumbled upon my old 'Santa sack' - the one that housed all my Saint Nick goodies between 1972 - 1985 (give or take a year or two). I held it for about five minutes and just channelled all the wonderful memories - the places and the faces.
Very special. Very, very special.
Pee
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