Merry Christmas!

As this holiday passes, we miss everyone dearly. However, we are truly grateful for the experience we are having and living life to the fullest. There will be many more holidays to spend at home, and I'm thinking this will be our only Christmas being just us. Its weird not being home in all the hustle and bustle. And its also strange that I'm wearing a tank top and capri pants and just got in a great half day of climbing. We just bought our Christmas dinner - ribeyes, rolls and sautead onions and bell peppers (capsicums is what they call them here)!

We received a fun, thought out Christmas riddle from our good friend Pete, that I wanted to share with everyone b/c we enjoyed it so much. Merry Christmas everyone, we love you and miss you!

Twas’ the night before Christmas when all through the tent,
Slept Alana and Garrett, simply saving on rent.
Their laundry was hung by the tent flap with care
In hopes that their knickers would dry in the air.
When out in the camp there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bags to see what’s the matter.
So out of the tent Garrett flew with a flash,
But first hid his wallet, his car keys and cash.
There in the campground, passed out in a funk,
Was a red suited Santa who was obviously drunk.
This Santa down-under, three sheets to the wind,
Was smelling of Fosters, spiked eggnog and gin.
His sleigh in a tangle lying there in a heap,
Instead of eight reindeer it was powered by sheep.
On his head was a Stetson, cowboy boots with brass buckles,
The sight of this Santa made the climbing pair chuckle.
Alana looked down on the passed out St, Nick,
And to get his attention gave the elf a swift kick.
And up to his feet this jolly man rose,
Trying hard to stay standing and fake a good pose.
He looked the pair over, through eyes bloodshot red,
And asked if they saw who had damaged his sled.
Alana and Garret just stood quite befuddled,
Santa’s words were all slurred and his language all muddled.
So Alana she ran for some coffee to fetch,
She was hoping to sober this miserable wretch.
(remember here people, for this goal we should strive,
Friends don’t let Santa’s get drunk and then drive)
But Santa he sobered and thanked his new friends,
Alana and Garrett had saved Christmas again.
Santa whistled and shouted and made an odd “bleat”
Then one by one he did call for his sheep.
Now Frisky, now Easy, now Bambii and Vixen,
On Tigra, Sheniqua, on Slutty and Blitzen.
Garrett just sat there, as he laughed to himself,
“man is this character one sad lonely elf”
He sprang to his sleigh with only one stumble,
He adjusted his seatbelt but the reins he did fumble.
And they heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight,
Merry climbing to all and to all an on-sight!