On the first day of Christmas in Victoria, I bought myself a treat: A chocolate, candy cane paddy from Rogers Chocolates, and popped it in my mouth.
On the second day of Christmas in Victoria, I strolled through James Bay without gloves, and followed my favourite route to Dallas Road, not a snow drop to be found.
On the third day of Christmas in Victoria, I joined the crowds and witnessed the strange spectacle of the IOEA Truck light convoy and food drive.
On the fourth day of Christmas in Victoria, I borrowed my neighbour’s dog, and dragged her for a photo with Santa on Cook Street outside that place called PAWS.
On the fifth day of Christmas in Victoria, I peered like a friendly giant into all the Gingerbread houses in the lobby of the Parkside Hotel, and wondered how many hours those wee abodes did take to make.
On the sixth day of Christmas in Victoria, I went to the reading of A Christmas Carol at First United Metropolitan and heard Bob McDonald, Shelagh Rogers, Sheryl MacKay and other CBC types read that ancient tale.
On the seventh day of Christmas in Victoria, I snagged a ticket to Charlie Brown’s Jazzy Christmas at Hermann’s and reveled in how great tunes really do make the holidays.
On the 8th day of Christmas in Victoria, I drove out to Butchart Gardens at dusk, delighting in the winter version of that famous garden, shining as bright as the star of Bethlehem, in the glory of all those lights.
On the 9th day of Christmas in Victoria, I walked past the sailboats all lit up in the harbour, and took myself for a prosecco at The Empress bar, before wandering upstairs to admire what magical villages the pastry chef’s had created for this year.
On the 10th day of Christmas in Victoria, I took myself to the Salvation Army’s Hope in the City Luncheon to hear Janet Austin, the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia and to help those less fortunate than I.
On the 11th day of Christmas in Victoria, I wandered around the Bay Centre, to admire all the Christmas trees from all of the Victoria businesses and popped in for some Christmas Blend Tea at Murchies.
On the 13th day of Christmas in Victoria, I made the Border Paella from the Rebar cookbook then donned an Ugly, T-shirt that said Santa, I can explain… I put a flashing dollar store necklace around my head and carried my Paella to a place across from Emily’s Carr’s family home to join my book club to discuss Eden Robinson’s Son of a Trickster, and to eat and be merry.
On the 14th day of Christmas I Victoria, I unwrapped my octopi and my squid and my starfish ornaments, and hung them from the mirror of that antique oak shaving stand in my living room that used to belong to my parents.
On the 15th day of Christmas in Victoria, I visited a neighbour, who showed me how he makes his golden elixir of homemade almond milk with six tablespoons of turmeric dumped in, how beets fermenting in vinegar will seal themselves, and perfect fragrant buds of THC, stashed like mini felted green ornaments in a jar.
On the 16th day of Christmas in Victoria, I peeled potatoes for the Salvation Army, so all those on the streets who’ve migrated as far west as they could get in the country, could share in a bit of the yuletide festivities through a hot meal.
On the 20th day of Christmas in Victoria, I wandered down to Centennial Square, to take in the delayed Lights of Wonder light display, finally, something that’s free.
On the 21st day of Christmas in Victoria, I sat myself down at Il Sauvage, for a pint of their delicious Raspberry Golden Sour, my fav, a well-deserved treat, not a partridge in a pear tree to be seen.
On the 22nd day of Christmas in Victoria, I took an old Victoria Walking Tour: https://downtownvictoria.ca/event/christmas-in-old-victoria-historical-walking-tour/2019-12-01/
On the 23rd day of Christmas in Victoria, I dropped by the Legacy Gallery because I was up to here with Christmas festivities: https://events.uvic.ca/view/event/date/20191221/event_id/42735
On the 24th day of Christmas in Victoria, I went to the liquor store, like any self-respecting person you’d want to be friends with would, and I stocked up on Sambuca, Baileys, Irish cream, Kahlua, Prosecco and wine so I could be supremely self-medicated to get through the next week.
PS: The events here may or may not have happened on the dates listed, or at all.