The morning of Christmas Day came. I woke up very early as usual, but I stayed in bed for some time before getting up to prepare for church. While I was doing that, I remembered that I had to branch off to a furniture workshop to carry a table I was supposed to take to church. So, I called the carpenter and was told to come to the shop because the table was ready to be picked up. I got there, wasted some time, carried the table, and eventually got to church very late.
After church, my plan was to stay at home throughout the day, and it worked out for me. I was on my bed, scrolling through social media on my phone, when my phone rang. It was a friend asking if I was at home because she wanted to come over. I told her she could come, but I did not cook because she asked if I had already cooked. I told her I would buy her enough drinks.
Within 20 minutes, she arrived. I bought her soft drinks, we drank together, talked, laughed, and after she had spent about two hours, she decided to leave, and I did not hesitate to let her go.
After she left, I was alone throughout the day, though I was still attending to customers partially—the ones who came to collect their clothes.
Around 5 p.m., I was called by a family to come and collect food because they were done cooking. Honestly, I had been expecting the call since the afternoon of that day because that was where I had planned to have my Christmas merriment, since I did not cook at home. I got there, ate to my satisfaction, drank soft drinks as well, and I was also given some takeaways, which I used as late-night food and also as breakfast the next day.
That was it. I did not expect to have a buzzy Christmas Day, and it went exactly as I planned. It is the New Year celebration that I had planned all along, and as I type this, I am at home having all the fun with my complete family. It has been from one plate of food to another, with good rounds of sleep.
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