We all wandered off down to Bendigo for Christmas at my aunt Heather's house.
There was a mountain of cold meat: roast pork, ham, lamb and turkey, and the obligatory roast potato and pumpkin and steamed vegies, followed by a chocolate ripple cake. (My cousin Roxanne swears that people in New South Wales don't know what
chocolate ripple cake is. Can this be true?) There was also a Christmas pudding but that was just forgotten about when my cousin broke out the Singstar.
(Incidentally, it is now a proven fact that, of the 18 people at Christmas, the only one who can say, sing in tune to Singstar is my ten year old cousin Alice and that, I am willing to believe, is because she spends 95% of her time in Shanghai, away from the Cannard clan's inability to sing. At all. Ever.)
I scored some cash and a tiny block of chocolate from my parents, which was hilarious because my sister scored a much larger box of mint chocolates and a Borders voucher from a cousin in the Kris Kringle.
I got my dad an mp3 player, which was hilarious because he got one of the same brand for my mum and Claire got them both travel towels, which were, coincidentally of the same brand and size as the ones they'd gotten a week earlier. And I got both Claire and the cousin I got in the Kris Kringle a manicure voucher.
Finally, the day was finished off with a trip via
mc_shamo and
mstakenidentity's for the MUCAAS Christmas debrief.
So, all in all, it was a lovely day.