While Passiona was Hare for the run, I think thanks must be given to all those who helped, from bringing food (and drinks!) to organising canoes, to being Santa, and everything else that contributed to the afternoon at Lake Leschenaultia.
We had been forewarned we might get wet. Some of us did, more so than others. Names were pulled from a box and three canoe-loads of Hashers got the chance (i.e. were coerced) to paddle out to the middle of the lake, around the marker (thanks for being the marker, Pickup Chick!) and back. Not all went to plan, as one boat (reportedly rammed!) tipped over. It was a long, slow slog to bring everyone back to shore. If not for the marker, they might be out there still.
The run and walk started immediately afterwards. Walkers either went along the trail and back, or around the lake. Coincidentally it was also Carols by Candlelight at the lake, so we also had music and singing to accompany us for much of the time.
Runners ran around for a bit. I have to admit I paid little attention to the trail as my mind was set on food and drink…but we did our usual thing.
Once back, Santa took special time out of his hectic schedule to make an appearance. He paddled to shore (presumably landing his sleigh somewhere out of sight) and plonked himself down to give out some prezzies. Santa was looking even more disshevelled this year than usual, and possessed one of the boniest knees (for Santa) I’ve ever parked my rear upon, but that’s Santa…always full of surprises. Gifts poured out of his sack in and almost endless torrent, and smiles abound. Children ran on the grass and frolicked. It was a very happy scene, made happier (and harder to correctly recall) due to the number of festive beverages I had consumed by that time…but you get the picture. Santa looked a treat in his stripper collar and cuffs. Tucking the beard into the collar was a nice touch, not seen on too many strippers I may have seen in the past (especially the female ones).
Dinner followed prezzies. I ate more in that afternoon than the rest of the week put together. The lasagna was especially good. Dessert followed. Kids were gobbling up jelly all over the place. I must admit to having a piece or two of rocky road.
But, as with all good things, they evening came to and end. It was dark, and even the march flies had gone to bed (all happy and with tummies full of blood from our legs).
And so ended another wonderful Hash Christmas … Only 364 more sleeps until the next one.
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