This Christmas was unusual…even for the Soapbox family.
Missy* our eldest daughter is a nurse working in Victoria. She was scheduled to work over Christmas which meant that for the first time ever the Soapbox family was not going to be together on Christmas Day.
No problem we said, we’ll reschedule Christmas.
So, on Dec 10 at 5 pm Mr and Ms Soapbox, Missy, her little sister Mini, Missy’s boyfriend (let’s call him Mario) and Ziggy the dog converged under the Christmas tree to open presents.
Things got off to a shaky start when Ms Soapbox accidently broke the horns off Mario’s Krampus soap. Krampus is the horned anti-Santa of German legend who kidnaps bad children. Why he merits his own soap is beyond me. Mario was gracious about the whole thing saying he’d lather them back on. Good Mario.
Ms Soapbox modeled her Nasty Woman T shirt and Mr Soapbox demonstrated the correct way to use wooden cooking implements.
Missy and Mini both received adult colouring books. Mini’s came with an attaché case jammed with crayons, pastels and paints; Missy will have to make do with a packet of 8 pencil crayons. Thankfully they’re past the stage where every gift they got had to be exactly the same.
Ziggy was pleased with his bone but thought he looked silly in his red and white Christmas sweater.
We enjoyed our traditional Christmas Eve pizza and rounded off the evening with board games and wobbly snippets of Christmas carols curtesy of Mini who thinks O Little Monkey is a real Christmas carol no matter how many times we tell her it’s “donkey” not “monkey”.
Note to self: it’s rude to yell Bingo! when Mini and Mr Soapbox are playing Battleship and Mini sinks Mr Soapbox’s destroyer.
Further note to self: when playing Scrabble with Missy and Mario ensure Mario’s turn comes after Missy’s turn otherwise he’ll set Missy up for the triple word score every single time. Bad Mario.
The Soapbox Christmas was over in a heartbeat and we were just settling in for two weeks of post-Christmas relaxation when Missy slipped on the ice.
Within hours she was carted out of the house in a sling by four burley firemen. (The EMS crew called the fire department when it became obvious they couldn’t get the stretcher down the stairs without tipping Missy out). An undignified exit but Missy was beyond caring by this point.
The EMS crew rolled us into the stretcher queue at the hospital and we all bonded for a couple of hours waiting for a bed to become available. The doctors discharged Missy the next morning and she embarked on a series of X-rays and MRIs, doctor’s appointments and physio.
Eventually she hobbled back to Victoria to be examined by her doctor who said (surprise) she was not fit for work.
Which meant she could come home for Christmas.
So, she did and we celebrated Christmas all over again—Christmas Eve with board games and O Little Monkey and Christmas Day with tiny presents and a very large turkey.
And you know what, it was even lovelier the second time around.
From the Soapbox family to you and your family, we wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and the very best for 2017!!!
*Missy, Mini, and Mario are not their real names but suit them to a tee.