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Welcome to 2012

Goodness, December just passed in a blur and now it is the 3rd of January 2012!  We had an amazing Christmas, we went to my dad and Brenda on the farm, Liam had a ball, the actual Santa Clause (an excellent bit of acting done by my brother Albert) came to deliver toys with a nice garbage bag and a pair of sunglasses. 

I actually sat on Santa's lap, so did Gerhard, I have proof.  You cannot believe that Liam and Natan fell for this hook line and sinker.  Natan of course told Santa that Liam did not finish his food...Liam forgot all about the beer and biscuits laid out for Santa, offered him some chips and dip instead and also did some somersaults to impress Santa.

It was good seeing my dad, Brenda, Natan, Tiaan, Albert & Sophia for Christmas, we laughed a lot, ate too much and chatted about some Christmases before.

Christmas day was spent with Gerhard's folks and all my mother in law's sisters, their husbands and kids.  Liam and Luka again had a ball and were spoilt rotten by Belinda, who brought them toy laptops all the way from Saudi Arabia.   We again ate too much, laughed a lot, all in all a most enjoyable way to spend a day!

Then the last night of the year, time for quiet reflection with some friends.  We have been spending the past 14 new years on and off with Stephan and Michelle, we laughed about the past, there were also four years out of the 14 where either me or Michelle was pregnant. 

Spes and Barbara were there, we had amazing food, good wine, good whiskey and good company.  Michelle cried as Abba's Happy New Year played (you can count on the sun rising in the east and Michelle crying at 12 on new year). 

I have been sorting out all our old pictures and I realised something, we have had amazing times with friends, we have had amazing vacations with friends, alone, with kids, without kids, so I am looking forward to Sydney and 2012, new friends, new vacation destinations, old friends and staying in touch.

Happy new year!

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