Christmas is here! Presents, turkey, the Queen’s Speech, well they’re all well and good, but here’s something I love about Christmas – it’s utterly predictable!
I can break my Christmas down to timecodes, so here it is:
Children put to bed at 8pm, asleep by 10pm.
11pm – mum and dad put the toys out together and open a few cans.
4am – parents go to bed.
6am – mum wakes up and reads as it’s too early to wake us up.
8am – mum goes down and makes tea for her and dad.
9.30am – mum’s patience is gone and we’re all woken up!
9.35am – everyone is downstairs in their dressing gowns and the last one up makes the tea.
9.35 – 10.40am – we open presents, youngest to oldest.
11am – 11.45am – my sister plays with some of her toys and we clean up the wrapping paper.
11.45 – 12.30am – we take our new clothes upstairs and get dressed.
12.45am – up to my nan’s house.
1.15pm – we open our presents, youngest to oldest once all the grandchildren are there.
2pm – my cousins fight over floor space to play their toys which keep getting bigger.
2.30pm – my great-grandmother arrives, complains about how uncomfortable her seat is and we bring the computer chair down for her.
2.45pm – dinner begins – me, my nan-nan and now my youngest cousin have pate on toast, which she still butters for me even though I’m 19!
3pm – before the main course we watch the Queen’s Speech and toast a glass of red wine (until I was 14 this was very strict, my nan now allows white wine also).
3.30 – 4.45pm – dinner continues.
4.45pm – we put on a film that one of us has had, it’s usually a Pixar release.
5.30pm – my nan-nan leaves to catch up with Strictly.
6pm – my aunty and uncle come up after they’ve shut up shop (they own a pub). They have their dinner, steal the one sofa and my mum and her brother start to argue and pull each other’s hair.
6.25pm – my uncle falls asleep taking up the whole settee and the kids draw on his face.
6.40pm – we leave my nam’s because by then my mum is sick of my uncle’s snoring.
6.50pm – we get in, my sister plays with her stuff downstairs while me and my mum take everyone’s present to their respective rooms.
8.15pm – absolutely shattered!
So, that’s my Christmas Day. Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are just as predictable, but I love it all. Victoria Wood once described Christmas as “dropping a brick on your foot one year and knowing it hurts, but a year later saying “I’m really looking forward to dropping a brick on my foot this year!”
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Nadolig Llawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda
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