This is my perfect Christmas. Alas, it can never happen.
Firstly, we get a lie in. This is of course impossible as H will have been awake since 5am, excited in case Santa has been and left her presents under the tree. This takes me back to my childhood when our presents would be left in a pillowcase at the foot of our bed. How on earth did we manage not to open any of them? I seem to recall getting up from 4am onwards to ask my mum and dad if we could but being sent back to bed where I then had to lie with my eyes closed and permanent butterflies in my stomach until I was set to explode with excitement. This is why The Gro Clock is a good thing. Stay in bed until the sun, H. THEN you can open your presents. Heh. *Makes a mental note to set the clock for 10am*
Secondly, I’ll probably be excited too. You can get older and know more about what goes on at Christmas but it can still be exciting watching the magic in a four year old’s eyes as everything happens.
Thirdly, The Sound Of Music in the morning. Yes I have the DVD (four times), but it feels a little different when it’s on tv. We will watch it, as last year H kept asking (as the Von Trapps made their way over the mountains at the end) “is the daddy still cross with the children for singing late at night?”. Needs some work. General music will be almost definitely a hi-nrg kids music free day. I’d put on the ‘It’s A Cool Cool Christmas’ album which was released ages ago with bands like the Dandy Warhols singing ‘Little Drummer Boy’ which is a pretty marvellous album. Oh, and of course the Phil Spector Christmas Album, obviously.
Fourthly, family close by. We have nobody here. My mum and sister are York, my dad is dead, Shaun’s family are in Australia. I would give anything for one last Christmas as a family, I don’t remember my last Christmas with my dad. I only remember my first Christmas without him. I’d have some kind of Tardis-like thing which would transport us all over the place so everyone could be in one place at one time. This is why my perfect Christmas is impossible.
Finally, we’d have a chef. More often than not Shaun cooks the Christmas dinner. He claims to enjoy it and every year he does marvellously. My only argument for this is I’ve never cooked meat before (I’ve been vegetarian for 30 years). If he wants meat, he needs to make it – same for H (obviously she can’t cook it). This little problem and our little kitchen means we’d get under each others feet if we were both to cook, so I’d like Shaun to have the day off and a chef to cook our food.
(Oh, and as a p.s. if someone had a magic wand and could provide wine which doesn’t give hangovers, chocolates which don’t make you fatter and crisps which are healthy, then it really would be the perfect Christmas.)