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Last night the ‘far now’ arrived down from the Hokianga for Christmas. My dearly beloved’s parents, faux jumeaux brother and several other siblings. We are all pleased to see them for the first time in several months. My mother arrives tomorrow, my half-brother arrives from LA on Friday, and we have a couple of live-in Filipino servants; add to that our four children and it will be quite a full house.
There was the usual awkwardness (even after all this time) whilst sipping a welcoming ‘wee drinkie’ with my father and mother-in-law out on the deck due to the slightly embarrassing fact I am older than both of them. By drinkie number four we were all over it, drunkenly singing Mott The Hoople songs and debating (“what is the song ‘Sweet Jane’ even doing there?!?“) which was their best album.
Like so many other folks throughout the country, we are having a nice family Christmas in a house filled with love.
1. There are no divisions;
2. No one feels superior to anyone else –
3. Or thinks their great-granddad invented swimming;
4. No one supports “co-governance”, 18 waters, fake words, or fake history;
5. No one is wallowing in fake injustices;
6. No one supports changing the name of the country;
7. No one is imposing their religion, culture, or anything else, on other people.
It would be fair to say collectively we are the modern face of New Zealand; where unprejudiced rooting by various antecedents means no one belongs to any specific group, all seeing themselves as Kiwis; happy to be part of a manifold melting pot.
Any problems that do exist all come out in the wash either by the passage of time or by undertaking aspirations which are easy enough to fulfil in this country. Plenty of diversity in our respective opinions, lifestyles, and ambitions, yet it doesn’t particularly matter too much and is actually rather healthy.
But what of those who seek to divide us as a nation; what is their Christmas going to be like? You know whom I mean, dear reader – those hate-filled racists in the Socialist government; those self-loathing academics who imposed evil upon the population; the demented teenaged vegans, wokesters, and other centrepieces of odiousness, with green hair and wearing a dress. What is the bet they are not going to be in “a house filled with love” at this time of the year? What is the bet they will either be showing off (and reminding their families why they generally stay well clear of them), or alone due to insidious behaviour on previous occasions?
It is difficult not to feel rather smug at the thought of all this happening to those who richly deserve it; a bonfire of the ascetics, so to speak. Every Cabinet Minister watching what they say, having to nod their head in apparent agreement with utterly preposterous twaddle lest someone gets offended, and reevaluating their bizarre claim they wish to “spend more time with my family”. Every academic ‘covid modelling expert’ enduring their snobbish wives and ignorant children for days on end; everyone wearing a mask and attempting to outdo each other as to who is the most virtuous.
Just picture Ardern munching on a turkey leg, her subconscious morosely informing her the girls who bullied her in the 4th form are all having a ball; married to rich farmers; enjoying family Christmases filled with love and joy. Yes, folks – be under no illusions as to what hell on earth the evil and wicked among us will experience!
