So this is Christmas

... The 25th dawns bright, with a gentle breeze, cool and fresh with the scent of greenery. It promises to be a glorious day. Don McLean crooning from the old CD player. Presents opened (that's a lot of bottles of wine!), breakfast eaten, coffees and teas drunk, and just whiling away the hours until Christmas lunch at GuyMac and Kylie's.

This has been the most relaxing start to Christmas I've had in years. There's a sedate calm about, of time passing slowly, of a day without urgencies, of events unravelling as they should, at their own pace. It's like sitting in a slow moving boat being rowed down a scenic, languid river.

Beautiful.

Brett very kindly and generously gave me a book of works by Trcka, Weston and Newton. Interesting, innovative and inspiring images - even though they were taken in the early and mid portions of the last century. I gave him a bottle of Red label Bundy. Then there's the home-made Christmas Cake from Dave's Mum, wines from Shem, Jazz, Tony, Jack and Carmel, chocolate from Nick.

Very nice.

I made a promise this morning -- that today would be brimming with positivity, with acts of kindness and compassion; that I would not dwell on any negative thought today and negative action.

And I mean to keep this promise.

Happy Christmas!