Happy Christmas

So Christmas day has come and gone. Spending Christmas away from home is a funny thing. It can go many ways:
option 1: The Bridget Jones- drunk, alone, crying, singing 90s ballads
option 2: The Scrooge- act like its no other day and try and get on with things but you can't cause nothing is open
option 3: The Scotsman- act as you would on ANY other bank holiday and get loser pissed with your buddies at a night club (that is open on Christmas day)
option 4: The Right thing to do- combine new traditions with old and make a memorable time.

Option 4 was chosen... haha yea right that sounds way too nice and Hallmark like. I'd say I did a little of all options. I was scrooging it up most of the week prior to Christmas- I was working a lot and it doesn't snow here so I wasn't feeling very Christmas-ie. Then Britt and I went for the right thing to do, we combined some our family traditions and had our selves a lovely Christmas eve and morning. We got each other one gift each and a stocking. For the one gift the two of us bought each other the exact same CD- this is where the Bridgett Jones comes into play because we obviously put it straight on and belted Take That tunes. 11am came and we had to go to work. I work for 9 hours, serving North American families who loved me because I reminded them of home, speak audible English, am witty, and good looking. I loved them because they were not informed that no one tips here (fist pump followed with a long drawn out yesssssssss).

The only people working serving that day were me my three managers and a Nigerian guy name Dozi who had gotten jumped the night before so his front teeth were broken so I had to talk to all his table because he was too scary. The guys were all wearing kilts it was hilarious. One of the highlights of the day would be a point were we were really busy and my one manager has a thick accent and also mumbles and he tried to tell me something and I yell speak English at him- just as the owner rounded the corner. He said I was listening in Canadian and he was speaking Scottish, then hit the otter guy on the back of the head and told him to speak properly.
That night Britt, I Dozi, the one manager and the owner and his family had Christmas dinner. It was awesome, good turkey, board games, and a lot of port and champagne. It was actually so nice that they invited us. And I got to speak to all my family- it was great!!!

I don't think I'd like to ever work on Christmas again even though I made about 150 pounds ($300).

Messages to pass on:
*Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!!!
*Over here Santa does not live at the North pole in a house or cottage- no he lives in a gratto. Children often talk about Santa's gratto and all I can think of is Santa in some cave like hot tub surrounded but hoochey elves.
*Here is a picture of my Christmas tree and the Angel I made for the top of it out of Werthers and reices pieces wrappers