Melissa flew down to Melbourne on Christmas Eve. We had a quiet night at our friends' house just having a dinner together and hanging out. Christmas morning was lazy. We slept in and lounged around the house. For Christmas lunch we went to Brendon's family's and for dinner we went to Christina's side. Apparently it's a tradition to wear crowns on your head, so you can see that in the pic. It was a nice day full of kids running around and Melis and I tagging along.
The following day is called Boxing Day. I'd always wondered what Boxing Day meant since it's always on the calendars. I always thought it had something to do with the Boxer Rebellion. Maybe Britain made a national holiday about the loss of their citizens in the uprising and everyone in the commonwealth observed it...Hey, it's plausible. Oh, Boxing Day just means it's the day you box up all your stuff. Not as interesting as tying it into a rebellion or uprising. Anyways, we went out to the eastern peninsula of Melbourne's Bay to spend the day with Christana's dad. That morning Brendon and I took his jet ski out to some surf that you can't get to by land. We threw anchor and went surfing! When we came back the ski pretty much underwater. It was too far under water for both of us to sit on, so Brendon sat on the ski and tinkered with it while I tried to keep myself out of the water by standing/squating on the tow sled. It made for a ridiculous sight. Needless to say trying to avoid dangling my feet in the water for a looong time was not what I would consider a stellar morning. We eventually were rescued by the coast guard and they were some salty dogs. It made me laugh thinking of Grandpa Frank coming to the rescue of some young punks, (not that he was in the coast guard just being an old salt). We had fun hanging out there and here's some pics. One more chapter to this saga!
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