As usual, I busied myself in the kitchen on Christmas Day, just like what I did last year. Except, we stood on the safer side and prepared some simple stuff, not forgetting how the fridge almost vomited the leftovers last year. Dad’s mood didn’t pick up after a bout of flu a few days ago, so he’s moody (as usual). So I hope that dinner would bring us all to a meeting point of conversation.
Christmas made a point in me this year to send out cards, because the recipients of these pieces of love are all my close buddies, as well as those who were thoughtful enough to send me their pieces of love this Thanksgiving. However, I would like to strongly specify that although I enjoyed cards, I didn’t see the same for SMSes, because I kept receiving the same Christmas greeting (most probably forwarded from one person to another) with a Christmas tree and grammatically wrong greetings. Tsk tsk…
Last but not least, Merry Christmas to all (Dave enjoy a white Christmas in L.A), and let’s hope the coming year isn’t a dreadful one (in my case, it probably lies in my hands).
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