So don't you think of bougainvillea when you think of Christmas? I do, now.
Since we were spending Christmas in Doha this year we knew we would be missing family and friends back home, so I invited a number of people to share our Christmas Eve dinner with us. Only a few of those Doha friends were able to make it, but we had such a good time with Gurur, Anil, Elif, and Sarah, I was glad it was a small group.
We had our tradtional clam chowder, relish tray, homemade rolls, with pumpkin and lemon pie for dessert. I was sad we couldn't have the traditional German sausages that we usually have in Utah, but everyone enjoyed the food. Little Elif was too busy getting used to our home to sit down and eat. She was intrigued by the new dogs in our house, the two cats, the two birds, and the two turtles. She felt like she had a ticket to the zoo. Even though she was scared of the dogs, she was very brave and let Brett introduce them to her.
I think this is a reaction to one of Brett's jokes.
By the time everyone left it was getting late . . . .
The Natives were getting restless . . . .
And the yawns were setting in.
Even Baylee was ready to hit the hay.
So we jumped in our jammies . . .
. . . and went to bed so Santa could come.
Christmas morning brought the cats a nice new rug for the living room (Santa gave it to me, but you can see who claimed it first).
"I just dare you to push me off!"
Brett had been worried that Santa had put him on the naughty list so he took care of his own gift this year . . the kind that gives unconditional lovin.
Abbey got a remote control car as did Brett, so they have been racing around.
The only thing Abbey really wanted to do on Christmas Day was go to the beach, so we loaded up the dogs and went to Al Wakra.
Even though there were quite a few people at the beach that day we took the dogs out on a sand bar and that kept them from running too far and joining a Qatari picnic. We spent the time playing keep away from the dogs . . .
. . . practicing cartwheels . . .
. . . and just relaxing.
The day after Christmas some friends from church called and invited us to a beach up north: Fuwairit.
The dogs were in heaven once again and so was Abbey. It was colder and more windy than the day before, but we had a blast and stayed longer than we expected.
We talked about great books . . .
. . . spent time lounging . .
. . . had more practicing of cartwheels . .
. . . and got to be good Samaritans by digging someone out of the sand.
Even a beached mermaid showed up in the form of Avery!
The Slight Family
The sun was setting as we called it a day.
The real presents that keep us racing around during the post Christmas days are these bikes. We have been out each day in our Doha desert that we affectionately call "Tatooine".
Smudge and Freckles think the bikes are just what they wanted for Christmas - more chances to chase outside.
If this self-proclaimed "Mermaid of the Desert" could have a motto it would be, "It's not about the presents we get but the time we spend together!" Hopefully there won't be too many more Christmases we spend in Doha but boy did we do our best to make this one memorable.
Merry Christmas from Doha!