the sauntering santas

This morning, after sharing some brekky comprised of toast, eggs, clementines, oj, etc (with Wayne, Roger, Emma, Beck, Kristy, Anthony, and another guy whose name I don't remember but he has his eyebrow pierced and his hair is sort of like Ben Blevins hair) we met up with hundreds and hundreds of other people - all shapes and sizes, even a few different colours. We met in the gardens that are sandwiched between Princes Street and the castle, we all put on Santa Claus suits and we went for a bit of a jog serenaded by some kilted piping Santas; all to raise some of the good Queen's currency to put into the "When you wish upon a star" foundation. It was brilliant!
I was fortunate to pass the rest of the afternoon with my friends, each of us in our red felt pants, at "The Last Drop" listening, talking, listening. Fascinating people - with real life hearts, emotions, opinions, and stories about what their days on this earth have been like.
This evening I received a sweedish birthday cake (late but ludicrously delicious) from the Swedes, decorated gingerbread cookies (I made a gingerpig and gave him smarties for his nostrils), and there were Christmas carols at St. Giles.

Enjoying here.
Missing home.