If all were to go swimmingly…

On Christmas day, I woke up a bit late, but still, a bit tired, but relieved and happy that I was in my own home on my own bed- wait no, that was an air matress- but still, it was at least my own home. Even though I spent the bulk of the day alone while my two cohorts biked to Katwijk via Wassenaar, it was a wonderful Christmas day indeed.  After sleep, a shower, and a jumpstart of pilates, my day consisted of cleaning, research, paperwriting, laundry, preparing for the next wave of visitors, and Christmas music.  Oh, the Christmas music that served as a shining light in my life from mid October on and brought a Sinterklaasie glow to my pale and sun-deprived cheeks.