The girls and I had our 1st Annual Christmas Breakfast this morning! It was the first time in months that we had been together since our picnic in the summer (Thanks Covid) and it was awesome to hug and gab and laugh.

Our conversation is all over the place, we talk social justice and societal reform, on top of nails and hair.

We had been talking about the great divide in vaccinated vs non-vaccinated, and those people who’ve died for their cause. Lisa knows of a heavily religious person (a friend of her sister’s) who didn’t get vaccinated, and now has all those horrible crippling post-covid side-effects. We talked about the ridiculous attitude of “It’s in God’s hands”. No, no it isn’t. And now your organs are damaged.

Later, over our delicious cinnamon swirl french toast with real whipped cream, we talked hair dye. Steph’s mom is a hair dresser and does her highlights, and Lisa and I do our own dye jobs. “Becca, how do you get your streaks? They are a lighter red colour.” Lisa asked me.

“I just use one box – no special treatment.” I respond, sipping my 5th cup of decaf.

“So, what you’re saying is it’s in God’s hands…” she says completely straight faced, which made Steph almost choke on her bacon.

“That’s right baby, if you guys could all throw in some Thoughts and Prayers, that would be awesome.” I sass back, and we laughed more than it was actually funny, and I just basked in the warmth of our friendship bubble.

Lisa asked what our favourite Christmas songs are, and I tell the story about mine and the Pogues, Fairytale of New York. And they tease me about having a poignant story around a difficult time in my life.

“That’s it, Bec wins breakfast. And thanks for making me feel shallow for liking ‘I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas’”

“Hey! I love that song too! Come on now!”, and we bust into a little bit of the song. The people around us thought we were pretty rowdy for 8:30 in the morning.

Lisa gave Steph and I homemade cards that are gorgeous (see above picture).

“New breakfast winner – Lisa! God, you’re always so fucking thoughtful! You’re making me feel bad.” we joke with her.

When I sat down to write this out (because I like looking back on these moments), I put on Fairytale of New York. My heart (and belly) are full.