Update// Added Lucky to the Stories section
Note: I’d bet you anything they just turn off the heating in churches come midnight mass so you’ll stay awake. FYI, I don’t really like midnight mass.
It’s funny how much fuss is made over one day and before you know it, it’s the end of Christmas and it’s Boxing Day (PS. Can someone tell me why it’s called Boxing Day? Something to do with giving boxes, maybe… I dunno, Wikipedia might be able to help) and you’re out there in the freezing cold (well, depending on where you live of course) scouring the shelves for the latest gizmos – haggling with shop owners over sale prices. Then suddenly it’s 2010, January and you’re back to school – exams, university hassle, money troubles… all of that. And so, you’re sitting there and probably thinking, “I swear to God, it was only Christmas the other day.”
Some people forget, even though they are Christian, that Christmas is a time to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. That on this day, Mary give birth to a baby boy and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, laid him in a manger because there was no room at the inn. So, please, take this moment and just say, “Happy Birthday, Jesus”. Anyone know how old he is? 2009 years old? Hmm, seems plausible.
Mother made me a Christmas dress. All lace and turquoise silk, I feel girly – twirling around showing my Lolo. He smiled and said I look beautiful. I beamed. I always feel like a little girl again on Christmas day. I wake up in the morning and we all gather around the Christmas tree and open our presents. We laugh at the silly gifts and fawn over the ones we love and look secretly pleased with ourselves when we open the presents and we know what it is already (I got my Doctor Who stuff: The Runaway Bride on DVD and a Doctor Who poster, of course I already knew I was getting these things… and I’ve yet to receive either my Doctor Who t-shirt, book or calendar, but no matters – all in good time. Good things come to those who wait – like my MacBook (Honestly, we were made for each other – I’ve named her Astrid :P)).
Then it’s off to Lola and Lolo’s house for Christmas breakfast. Ackee, dumplings, hardo bread and then to finish it off hot chocolate – homemade, to boot. And then it’s back to opening more presents and all I have to open is a present from my Uncle and Auntie and cousins – a H&M gift card but it’s okay because I’ve already received my presents from Lola and Lolo and I’m just happy to see the smiles on my grandparent’s faces as they open their presents. Lola knows I went to her favourite shop, Past Times, to buy her present and now Lolo has a plentiful supply of aftershave sets. “Calvin Klein,” he says, “Get you, fancy lady,”.
I play Sims 3 to pass the time. My Sim is called is Rose Tyler (HA!) and guess who she’s married to? The Doctor, of course. Yes, that’s his name… had to change his name at the City Hall. So, technically his name is The and his last name is Doctor but no matter – I love my Sims. They have 2 children, twins, Jonathan and David. All in the spirit of Sims there are cheats for the Mac version so they are rich – basically live in a mansion. It’s all fancy and beautiful and sometimes I wish my world was like that. Simplistic. That there was a way to cheat in life. Hmm…
And now we’re running around – I’m still playing Sims 3 – setting the table, answering the load of incoming calls, checking the food. Flicking through the TV times, planning out what I’m going to watch. The Incredibles is on, and Lola has just announced that the turkey is ready and you can see me bristling with excitement. Prayers and then it’s ready. There’s potatoes, parsnips, carrots, pickled onions, TWO different types of stuffing, sausages wrapped in bacon, gravy, cranberry sauce and the turkey is laying in the middle, waiting to be carved – fat and juicy. I also feel that brussel sprouts are fundamental part of Christmas dinner, no matter how nasty they are. Before you know it, you’re sitting there stuffed to the brim – still reaching for that last piece of stuffing because you know what they say, there’s always room for one more (do they actually say that? Hmm, not sure). I’m amused by the fact that Shrek the Halls amuses Mother. She’s standing chuckling away to herself because I guess that’s what Christmas does to you. Shrek and Fiona’s babies are cute… and green… with these antennae ears. And cute giggles – You just want to cuddle them!
Note: Please excuse the changing tenses, I’m writing this as Christmas goes by. I wanted to give you a detailed account – just like I promised. And what do you know? I’m actually fulfilling it. All in the spirit of Christmas, eh? Yuletide joy!
Everyone is falling asleep, Christmas hats sliding off their heads but I’m not because I’m bubbling with joy – it’s nearly time for the Doctor Who Christmas special. Of course, I’ve been counting down since early morning. The first thing I thought when I woke up (after I opened number 25 on my Advent calendar, obviously) was, “DOCTOR WHO SPECIAL IS TODAY!” And now I only have to wait half an hour – time to change into my pyjamas and settle down with my Christmas cake, clean my glasses so I can see the TV clearly (BIG SCREEN THIS YEAR! Thank you Lolo for buying a new TV) and I know that every few seconds I will be shushing everyone if I even hear a single shuffle. But first, Gruffalo is on. Oh, BBC is the one to watch at Christmas.
And now I’m sleepy but I’m not because I’ve just watched Doctor Who and let’s just say it was amazing. In short: The Doctor vs. The Master, Bernard Cribbins, Catherine Tate, aliens that are like Banakaffalatta but are not but look cacti but remind Cribbins of conkers, Timothy Dalton as a Time Lord in full Time Lord regalia, Gallifrey, The End of Time, Ood, Red Eye, TARDIS, insatiable hunger and really, humans are so flat. The Master in the scene where he is all the journalists in the White House made me smile, especially him in that over large suit – he looks like a small child. Adorable.
So, I’ll leave this blog on this high note and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year wherever you may be!