A different Christmas Day.
Ken wanted to visit his Mum's gravesite so we drove out to Fawkner Memorial Gardens about 2 pm, surprised to find the traffic very light, but most people were probably sitting down to eat by then.
In the past I've wondered why on earth anyone would visit a cemetary on Christmas Day, but it was so peaceful! We put roses in the niche for Ken's parents, then we spent an hour just wandering around the rose gardens and under shady gum trees before going over to the tea house which was open, and having a coffee and mince tart.
We got home about 4 pm and I finished cooking the stuffed turkey roll which I'd partially cooked the night before. It was a warm day, so we had a salad with it, and a glass of bubbly - on my hastily made Christmas cloth on our kitchen table.