The day begins with the scramble, the fight, the quest of uncovering all the hidden chockies the silly bunny left in his tracks. Then it's cup of tea time. Sitting with the family looking at the kids skilfully unwrap their find. A quiet sigh as we remember the days when we lost sleep the night before. The anticipation and excitement to wake early and hopefully catch a glimpse.It's the crisp first bite of freshly toasted hot cross bun that induces an elated spirit. The buttery, juicy sultanas that pop in your mouth. The big chocolate covered smiles. And the long lost thought that an excessive sugar rush is soon to implode.
With a tasty morning over we move into the family lunch and shortly after the thought that the body has eaten a years worth of chocolate and a christmas lunch amount of food.
Sunday afternoons, most relax at the closing of the weekend with a soothing pot of tea and think back on the calming or busy times passed in the comfort of one's home. Today, this Sunday however, different story. I think the guilty conscious of many encouraged them to get that chocolate filled arse off the couch and into walking mode.
