It’s not 12:30am on December 26.

I’ve just arrived home.

See while everyone was out with family or at home 

spending time with relatives they have not seen since last christmas,

Sharing laughs and awkward silences.

I opted to do something else entirely.

Something I now deeply regret.

No I didn’t go wild and party like an animal.

I didn’t do anything extreme like go sky diving or bungee jumping.

Instead I received a call from my cousin in the early morning hours asking me

To accompany her and her siblings as their parents to help renovate my auntie’s 

New burger shop in Windsor, with promise that I would be given leave at 5pm.

and now here I am. 

I finished at 11:50pm that night 

And I’m sore as fuck 

I had such plans of grandeur for the day.

For those I had not given gifts I had planned on writing for them

Heartfelt messages to show them my appreciation  for having known them.

But I will endeavor to get that done right now.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

I REALLY hope yours was better than mine.