Christmas’s past & present.

Christmases were always memorable, but I tended to ruin them for myself, by hunting down my presents in advance of the big day and playing with them..so that on the day itself my face would be tripping me. I vividly remember the year I found my Mary Makeup doll and by bro’s Thunderbirds outfit. I made him put it on and play in it every night for a week beforehand so we could BOTH have faces like skelped bums on Christmas day.
Another tradition, was the walloping round the chops with each other’s sockful of tangerines and sweeties..jumping on and off the beds and shrieking with every successful hit, whilst our sister pulled the duvet over her head, determined to ignore Christmas altogether.
There were the inumerable Chrimbo f**k-ups too, such as the time the turkey was too big to go in the oven, or the year that I went on a diet (I was 17 and stupid) and feeling sorry for myself..ate a can of cold baked beans from the tin and a bite out of a mars bar for Christmas lunch..whilst the rest of the family swanned off to a four course dinner at a top notch hotel.
My self-pitying smugness lasted me through till the following Christmas I’m certain. :wink:

the thought of eating out on xmas day terrifys me ! I like my own wee hoose, ya hear too many stories of it being a conveyor belt o eaters. I like to eat courses hours between, intemingled with glayva and the odd rusty nail. ( whiskey and glayva) .. I like a decent fart,several cigarettes and a good few Famous Name liquers between courses. Interspersed with a game o Mousetrap, ker plunk ,or building a plastic shell of a Barbie camper van ! Then at night xmas corrie and eastenders as i deflate in a haze of sprout like farts,and eat the cherry liquer leftovers..

This year its only me and my Son.. all the more for us.

/cranberry sauce anyone ?

Im like Rubes, Im really fussy, I like all visitors been and gone by 2pm, dinner at 3pm, then the afternoon is with the kids and the telly, then the evening is ours to chill and be cosy.

My boys still get us up at around 6.30, we never go out xmas eve…. that will probably come when they have moved out. I love the day, but its a heck of a build up and over in a flash.

I hate the pressures of the shops and adverts… if your short of money it doesnt matter what you think of christmas you still feel guilty and under pressure. You shouldnt feel stress at that time of year, it should be totally the opposite.

@pete wrote:

Aaahhhh So that’s your trick, that’s how you get close to the sheep…

“Here Sheepy Sheepy, Uncle Pete has a sweet”.. :shock: