Another Christmas done and this year was somewhat different from previous years, thanks in part to our new arrival. At a more lucid moment at three o clock on Christmas morning I began to have a Dickens moment and reflect on Christmas mornings past and hopefully future. I have come to the conclusion that there are three stages of crimbo which I have gone through.
1) Early days
You know the type of morning when you are young enough to have circled all the presents you want months in advance in the Argos catalogue and then running downstairs at stupid o clock to wait on begin allowed to open presents. The morning was then spent tearing through paper to get to the good stuff. The afternoon was then spent trying to wrestle a gameboy (the original) off my Grandad
2) Mid stage
The years where I still rushed downstairs but was trying not to be sick due to a raging hangover incurred from the night before out with friends who I probably only saw once every year at exactly the same time
3) Now
With baby Oliver now on the scene there is probably little chance of (2) happening and I only run down the stairs when the postman arrives with something ordered online for either Wiggle or Ribble cycles. However, this doesnt mean that I am not looking forward to Christmas any less than when I was 10 or 21, the presents are not now the defining factor in a good Christmas and neither is the amount of shots I can down the night before. I finally understand why my Mum and Dad were not bothered too much at getting the same rubbish presents year in year out (many of them given by me and my brothers sorry mum and dad) it is the time off work when I can catch up with friends (possible still over a pint or two (just two mind you) and looking forward to seeing the Argos catalogue red lined with Oliver's wish list for Christmas 2013, I will give him a couple of years for him to write!
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