On Boxing day morning the local hunt meets in the hotel grounds and ride through the town and we always walk down to see them. Only once a year
Breakfast is boiled ham, still hot in fresh crusty bread, just as my dad gave me when I was growing up.
The wife and I always stay up till midnight Christmas Eve to open one present.
No chocolates/nuts/goodies are allowed to be opened until christmas eve evening (the kids can have one chcolate before they go to bed).
Christmas eve I sit and peel and chop all the veggies for Christmas dinner. I do it in the living room while watching shit on the TV and we usually have a glass of something (usually sherry although we never drink it any other time of year).
Christmas morning the kids open their stockings in their rooms and are banned from waking us before
We sit around in our pj's and open the presents and I go and make crumpets with anchor butter (no other butter will do) and then Mr F builds toys etc while I go and sort out Fred (the turkey is always called Fred!!).
After their breakfast the kids are then allowed to pig out on whatever they want!!
Then we all have showers, get dressed and enjoy the day together.
1st December...
Kids: :bounce:
Us: :sleeping:
Kids: Can we go to the crazy lady who give us vegetables!! :bounce:
Us: Yeh in a minute :sleeping:
We go to a local tree seller, that just so happens to sell their seasonal veg too (not gives them to us!!!)
Old short lady makes 6ft 2 skinhead man of the house stand aside while the wrestles chosen tree to the ground and wraps it in a bit of bailing twine.
6ft2 skinhead starting to feel inadequate!!
Crazy ladys cat jumps with muddy prints all over eldests best trousers (don't ask why she's wearing best white trousers to crazy ladys place, when all we're gonna do is go home and decorate, cos I have no idea!).
6ft 2 skinhead boyfriend tries to load bailing twined tree in car......... crazy lady makes him stand aside while she does it, nearly knocks kids out, who by now are sat in back trying to get away from muddy paws crazy lady cat!!
Drive home in car, everyones face squished on windows cos tree sticking out from bailing twine and taking up all of car!
Get tree out, then, xmas music on while we decorate tree/house..... Ahhh would make Val Doonican shed a tear :inlove: if he could hear his own songs over the arguing about where what decoration goes where, too much blue tack, don't use drawing pins etc!!
It's bluddy exhausting!!!
I LOVE IT!!! ROLL ON NEXT SUNDAY!!! :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
the organisation I work for have now branded me "the man who killed Cristmas" after I sent out a rather silly email in response to an xmas drinks and 'secret santa' type thing.
I informed them that santa was dead after an horrific chimney blaze in 1973.
boobie-trap.
I thought my response was to the sender, and no 'all' on the list. So it went to th whole organisation.
oh well
lp