On christmas eve (although I haven’t done this in about 5 years) my brother and I always used to write a christmas story for my nans memory box, I might actually write her a story this year, I’m in the mood.
On christmas day, I wake up any time between 4am and 7.30am and just look at my presents for a bit. Then the rest of the family wake up and we all sit down stairs with cups of coffee or hot chocolate. We then open the santa presents one and a time, going round between me, Alex and Isabella, my mum is very ocd about this. We then have breakfast which is usually either pancakes, waffles or crossiants.
We get in the car and travel about 9 miles to my nans house, we bring the desserts as the contribution to the christmas dinner. There is always my nan, grandad, uncle pete, great nan and my family there atleast (there used to be more, but people keep dying) then we all eat dinner, pull crackers and we all must wear the crappy paper hats you get afterwards, have dessert. Again that always has to be in order.
Then everyone pitches in with the washing and clearing up and we all sit there (as part of great nans wishes) and watch the queens speech, it’s only after this that we can open the rest of our presents to each other.
I’m going to stay inside, watch films, eat chocolate and drink fizzy drinks today, until about 6pm, then I’m going to crack on and catch-up on this desperately behind work in psychology, chemistry and media because 2011 is time for change and I really don’t want to be kicked out of school. :(