Of Bah Humbuggery December 27, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 16 commentsWell, we appear to be surviving. The boys have, after two days, abandoned their high-tech pressies in favour of a balloon-modelling kit. They have toiled for hours to transform the long, thin balloons into – you guessed it – swords. They are now fighting with what could be considered festive vigour.
Christmas Day passed without tears and I have not yet succumbed to my usual distemper, insisting on taking the tree down at the end of Boxing Day. The rogered angel with her doleful glare is set to stay a little longer.
Lovely bf is swigging Lemsip at a rate of knots, prompted by my caring reminders.
‘Have you had your anti-moaning drugs yet?’ I demand at regular intervals.
Tomorrow is No 1 Son’s 14th birthday, the huge hairy-legged beast. He has opted for a pub lunch in our local. I’d quite like to adopt that as a tradition as he gets older. It sort of occurred to me, in a moment of alcoholic sentimental feebleness, that the Crimbos he has now will be the ones he thinks he had all through his childhood.
No 2 Son, meanwhile, was very helpful on Christmas morning when I confessed that I had hidden some of the presents away so well that I couldn’t remember where they were.
‘Oh, they’re in the cupboard under the stairs, under a quilt,’ he answered without a flicker of guilt.
I’ve decided that, sweet as it may be, his whole ‘believing in Santa’ thing is proving rather expensive.
I will be adopting drastic measures before the next Christmas onslaught. Ho ho ho.
