Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, more me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!”
Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head. I asked if it was a suspect growth that needed a biopsy. He responded “No, a bowler hat! ….. It’s the last bloody time I go to a fancy dress party dressed as Stan Laurel!”
He had some positive news last week when his son’s wife gave birth to a baby girl. It’s his first grandchild, which the overjoyed parents have named her Winter Sun! I wanted to ask him if his daughter-in-law had given birth to a little girl or a holiday brochure! However, I thought it inappropriate under the circumstances!
After a disorganised week or two, I’m relieved to have finally got my presents bought for the big day! The only thing I have left to do is write the Christmas blog I promised my mum as a festive gift!
I can’t tell you how thrilled she was when I told her of the personalised gift I propose to pen her! ……. No, seriously I can’t tell you how pleased she was, as she didn’t say anything in response. She just walked into her kitchen and poured my cuppa into the sink!
I’ve no idea what the fat bearded bloke with a red face (that’s St Nick, not me!) will bring me this year. Not that I’m bothered, as I prefer surprises and will be happy with any token bequeathed to me ……… Just as long as it’s not a blog some berk has written, which would really hack me off!
On Christmas morning, being ‘old school’, we follow the same traditions every year. It starts with a brief regimental ceremony, when we are piped into the living room by a piper from the Ainsley Scragg Dragoon Guards. This precedes the opening of the families presents.
I’ve no idea how the piper gets into the house (I assume it’s the same way as Santa), but he’s an amiable chap and it’s a novel way to start a special day, so I don’t question it! ……….. However, the neighbours aren’t too enamoured with the pipe music!
The only time it didn’t go so well was the year my Carpenters cd went missing! I don’t like making accusations, but when he piped us in with the song ‘Yesterday Once More’, the following Christmas, fingers started being pointed!
After the presents have been opened, I’ll spend a short time working out which tombola I’m going to donate my Jeremy Clarkson soap on a rope gift.
I’ll then make us a full English breakfast, which sets us up until we crack open the box of Celebrations chocolates mid morning!
While I cook the breakfast, Karen puts the turkey in the oven. I’m hoping it’s going to be a smaller bird than last year; when it was so large, if it was still alive, she could have ridden it home!!
Its mammoth size resulted in having to baste it in Vaseline to get it in the oven; not to mention using a crowbar to get it out when cooked!
A turkey not dissimilar in size to last years!
To be honest I’m not a big fan of turkey, but I’ll eat it on Christmas Day out of tradition. I feel strongly these should be maintained and, hopefully, passed on through generations!
If truth be told, I find turkey a very dry meat with not a particularly pleasant taste, especially when basted in Vaseline!
After the turkey dinner, there’s Christmas pudding, followed by cheese and crackers. We tend get a selection of cheeses from around Europe. I’m not sure why we keep up this particular tradition, as it costs a fortune in air fares and the cheeses are available in Sainsburys around the corner! I might have to revisit that!
There is a saying that “It’s not over until the fat lady sings!”, but as that refers to opera not Christmas dinner that’s irrelevant to this blog!
We leave the table when everyone has finished their cheese, crackers and a coffee. The caffeine hit is essential to negate drowsiness while watching TV, playing a board game or when finding a room to hide in to mask the flatulence!
This years Christmas Day board game.