Will the last one out please turn off the lights?

Since my blogger friends have mostly shut down for Christmas and as I was the last resident to lock up at Verdon St, I feel very much like the last one standing (except for Cate who doesn't really get a holiday). And today is my last day in Canberra until New Year's Eve.

So it seems like as good a time as any to reflect a little on the year that has been - although that is such a mammoth task, and I'll focus on one small change.

Last year, I made mix CDs in lieu of Christmas cards - featuring such modern classics as The Raveonettes' "Christmas Song" and Low's "Just Like Christmas" and reworkings of oldies by Death Cab For Cutie and the Dismemberment Plan. Oh, and two covers of Wham's "Last Christmas" (by Jimmy Eat World and Erlend Oye).

One of these discs was made for a girl who some of you will recall was the girl whose driveway I chalked messages on and it apparently failed to win her heart. Despite her wanting to be "friends", I didn't call her again.

Another CD went to a friend of mine, a girl who I didn't know very well at the time, by the name of Mandy.

And yesterday, I saw the other girl in Civic, doing her Christmas shopping. I didn't recognise her until after I'd passed and she didn't seem to notice me. As she walked by, I stopped and watched her walk away and I realised that 12 months can be a very long time.

It's a cheesy song, I know, but to paraphrase George Michael: this year, I've given my heart to someone special.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Categories: Music For The Ladies; Indie