Christmas. Like really really Christmas.

Last year, we celebrated Christmas on Borneo. No we didn't. But we were on Borneo for Christmas. Back then, Antonia barely even existed, although mom did sleep most of the time and really didn't each much or happily. This year was oh so different. We're talking full-blown Christmas, which started already on Dec. 23 for Grandpa, Grandma, Petra and dad, who went to the royal castle in old town here in Warsaw for Bach's Christmas Oratorio.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Grandpa was the one to get the almond in the rise porrige, which granted him one wish. For those of you how do not know this already, Grandpa is an avid silversmith and thus, Christmas was spent coming up with new lock solutions for jewelry. Dad should get some sort of price for best ambition: he still carries around a notebook to draw his lock ideas in and a pair of scissors to make paper models.But the most attractive part of Christmas was Santa Clause, most definitely. I was prepared, I knew he'd look a bit weird and come in from the garden rather than through the front door. But nevertheless, when he finally arrived, I did get a bit shy.But mom, dad, Petra and Grandma didn't seem the least bit afraid of him, so I too decided to relax too and instead enjoy the fact that he'd brought with him a bag full of gifts. (Grandpa unfortunately missed Santa. He was out to buy a newspaper. I don't know what on earth he needed a newspaper for, or what made him think he'd find one on Christmas Eve in Warsaw, when earlier in the dad we hadn't even managed to find an open café in the most touristy parts of old town.) Most of the gifts were for me. Plus I got to open Antonia's ones as well. She didn't seem to mind. I think she may be too young to believe in Santa.This is from last year. As you can see, I too must have been too young to believe in Santa back then. Otherwise I would have been way more excited about him standing just next to me on Christmas Eve!