Christmas With Mitchell

These are some of the photos take on Christmas day. We opened some presents before we left Leanne's home to go to Mitchell's place.
We had ham and eggs cooked on the bar-be-cue for a late breakfast. Then came the opening of the presents. The floor beneath the tree was stacked with presents. Mitchell was elected to play Santa because it was his first Christmas in his house.

This lizard was caught at my house when it was very small. Now, he is years old. He lives in a fish tank in Leanne's lounge room. This was his Christmas feast.

Leanne's Christmas tree and a couple of her decorations. They are all made out of china.

A great day was had by all. Most over eat. But I just nibbled. We had breakfast, lunch, and the evening meal, at Mitchell's home. We had to help him eat so there weren't too many left overs because he was going to be away for a few days.

I was taken back to Mackay on Friday morning by family, to rejoin my friends on the bus to travel home. We made a few stops to eat along the way, have rest stops, but we made home, late. Lightning flashed. Rain began to fall while we unloaded our bags to go to our homes. I fell into bed. Exhausted.

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