The conventional Christmas is at the end of the year, literally….25th of every December, after the birth of Jesus Christ, correct?
In one corner of the world called Sheraton Kampala Hotel, last week, we had our initiation into the 2018 Merry Christmas
Super cool
Something I’ve never done before
How it ended up being a Christmas party from a simple cocktail, I got no clue to that
All I knew a week in advance, was that there’s a cocktail I have to attend, come next week Thursday
And so ready, I was
Teeth sharpened as ever, tummy empty as usual
Thursday came and yeah, there we were with Mummy
For the cocktail party
Lots of stairs to climb, we finally got there to the pool-section
Lots of food and people….you know, the Sheraton-way (Marriott-way)
A band playing in the foreground for us all
You couldn’t fail to notice every staffer present that day, was a Santa of them self
Donning the red tailed hat on their heads
Trays with glasses and food kept making their rounds all over the place
I stuck to my lane of juice, as usual
Stuffed myself with enough dough to make my own bakery (hihi)
Okay, it wasn’t that bad but close to it
Many familiar faces I saw
Some I had last seen in 2015
All doing something nice for themselves
And others that I see almost daily when I’m reading from the Sheraton gardens….yeah, these people be generous to me like that
Forever grateful for that
So, my best announcement (for the food, hihi) was made
And yes, my ugali-crushing enzymes popped up head-first
For the buffet
Turkey, chicken, lamb, pork, pilau
Of course, the Sheraton-way
Hehe…if you know, you know
And if you don’t, better visit your nearest Sheraton/Marriott hotel near you
You just must have their Sunday brunch…chances are so high that you won’t be let down with the service
Does it get any better than this?
Kakati, whoever was there, for the party, I presume carried their invitation card
For one reason that we hadn’t known about
There would be a raffle-draw to establish some winners of the day and season
People won…ranging from sleeping in the Presidential, an entire month’s subscription in the Sheraton fitness centre, Sunday brunch, dinner for two at the numerous restaurants of the hotel….just sad that I didn’t scoop the stay at the Presidential
I’ve always wanted to sleep in there, even if it’s just an hour
I’d probably have to break the Central Bank for those eye-changing dollars to pay
Please Sheraton, if you can hear me, make my day and let me stay in the Presidential!
Merry Christmas