Last day of college before the christmas break and boy am i excited about crimbo! There isn't anything i dislike about christmas, except maybe that it comes around and ends too quickly. It should be like a weekly event of christmas dinners, gifts, over crowded living rooms filled with every relative you know, christmas pud, brandy butter and a day sitting infront of the warm log fire enjoying the christmassy cheerfulness. I LOVE christmas it's my favourite time of year. Especially when it snows, it makes everything look so crisp, white and beautiful. Walking for miles just to get in supplies from the supermarket, pushing the odd car that's dared to venture out up a hill. Seeing all the owners of huge 4X4's looking so very smug as they drive past, you wearing layer upon layer of knitted jumpers and fluffy socks, them easily making their way through the snow, the only time of the year their beast of a car is finally being used for it's true purpose. Each year the same routine occurs, we wake up around 8ish, clean the house from top to bottom, lay the table squeezing in extra plates and chairs of those family members that decided last minute that yes they would infact come round for christmas day. Then my father collects his parents and brings them back to our house for around 12, all the relatives begin to arrive in drips and drabs. Bottle upon bottle of wine is opened and shloer for the non-alcholic drinkers. For an hour, before the lunch, we chat and catch up about what's been going on, general natter until the monster of a christmas lunch is ready to be served. Mother Dee doesn't hold back, turkey (obviously), broccoli, carrots, parsnip, runner beans, cauliflower, sprouts, pigs in blankets, stuffing, sweet potato, roast potato, cranberry sauce and of course lovely thick gravy. Christmas dinner in the Dee household is amazing, and nothing tops it. We have a tradition, i'm not sure when it started or why, but ever since i can remember whether you liked them or not everyone HAD to have atleast one sprout with their meal. I used to dread the moment when it was the last thing on my plate, i had avoided stabbing it with my fork and consuming the vial, green ball that i had left. However, since last christmas this tradition has spread on to any roast of any kind, so now i've grown quite a custom to the odd sprout, i had five with my roast chicken last weeked. I like to think of them as 'little baby cabbages', seems to make them yummier. After dinner and the christmas pudding, we all make our way in to the living room where me and my brother hand out everyones presents, and put them into little piles for each person. Christmas day has always been the highlight of my year, and always will be, and to end the day we each have an after eight. Of course we have turkey sandwhiches, turkey soup, and turkey stew for the next 4billion weeks but no one really cares, because our christmas is so magical.
Before christmas, right before actually, on the 24th of december is my birthday. When i was really young i used to think i was a reincarnation of jesus...don't ask. Everyone always says 'ohh no that must be awful' i don't really understand this, why must it be awful? It's smashing, christmas, my favourite time of year and my birthdays right next to it, what's not to love. I also get asked 'do you get presents for christmas AND your birthday' when i answer with yes, i get a look of disgust as if i'm some sort of spoilt brat. But if you think about it i don't get anymore than anyone else, i just get all of my presents at the same time rather than at christmas and then later on in the year. We always have family over in the morning and spend the evening in my favourite pub in the country. This year is the big 18, i'm not overly excited i don't feel any different from last year or any other year in that case, it's just another number, just another birthday.
Christmas this year will be amazing, i already know i'm going to see 'The Woman In Black' on the 28th for my birthday with the boyfriend. I'm going upto London with the family to do our yearly trip of looking round Harrods, Covent Garden and then the climax of going to the 'Winter Wonderland'. It's going to be a good Christmas!
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