“Boxing Day” In the UK, the day after Christmas is named after the first activity that takes place between husband and wife after the Christmas receipts are added up.” ~ ―
21st December – Friday night. Son Joss was out with friends, and I slipped through to my family next door as per Christmas party invitation. It read ‘You are invited to join us for a Christmas party with select family members and friends!’ I’d assumed this would be a small group of close friends and family I was wrong the place was heaving.
22nd December – Saturday afternoon. I timed my Harrogate shopping trip so that I could drive the son who was sporting the hangover to beat all hangovers to his hair appointment. I Managed to buy one item from Marks and Spencer before my mobile (cell phone) alerted me to a call from our friend his hair stylist. “He’s not very well, whereabouts are you, I’ll walk him over to meet you!” End of the shopping trip.
23rd December – Sunday morning. Joss and I went to York for another shopping trip (Joss drove), a trip that had been planned for weeks. It rained non-stop and seeing as one of us was ill-equipped for the cold and wet weather (what was he thinking?) it put a damper on the outing somewhat!
As usual, the German Christmas shop was an absolute joy to browse. The top of Joss’s shopping list was to buy me a present, a new christmas ornament, we chose a gnome and a tiny Nativity.
York is full of little alleyways, and down one such treasure, we found an indoor pop-up Christmas market, what a surprise, I think I now know how Harry Potter felt when he first saw Diagon Alley!
Finally, we enjoyed a Christmas lunch next to the fireplace in a very old pub, the fire was gas-fired, but it was so warm and cosy it hardly mattered.
During the evening, we went out for a very enjoyable meal with Victoria, Simon and children and Sophie and Evie came too.
24th December – Monday, Christmas Eve. 06:45 AM Joss and I arrived at the supermarket to pick up a few last-minute bits. Supermarket shopping at this early hour is no hardship for either of us given that we are both habitual early risers. We secured a prime parking spot and were pleasantly surprised to find the supermarket was very quiet inside.
Later, I popped out to have my nails done and when I returned Joss was out delivering gifts. The family next door were also out, so I lit the log burner, brought Woody through and we enjoyed a peaceful hour to ourselves, one of us snored!
25th December – Tuesday, Christmas Day. Joshua and I popped next door and opened our gifts with Victoria and family, all of us together in my old lounge, just as we always have. I received some beautiful gifts, but oh my goodness, all accompanied by sweets (candy), not to mention the extra ones, a couple of bottles of Baileys!
Since converting the house, the Christmas family lunch has been held at Victoria’s side of the house. This year, however, it was served later than usual because they got the turkey cooking times wrong! We all hung around pleasantly chatting (and washing up) and the wine flowed on hungry stomachs.
This year, we were four adults, and four children down on our usual numbers and we all missed them.
At the end of the afternoon, Sophie’s boys left us to spend time with their dad, the rest of us settled down to play the usual Christmas games. By now I’d stopped drinking, but everyone else continued – how do they do it?
For some reason, not like me at all, I became bored with the games, they seemed to go on and on while everyone around me became louder and louder. I was desperate for some peaceful ‘me time’, I yearned to sneak away, put on my PJs and curl up on the sofa and watch a little Christmas TV… alone! Eventually, I no longer cared if I was being unsociable, I made my excuses and quietly slipped away!
26th December – Wednesday, Boxing Day. Today has been a very quiet day. Joss went to visit friends, and I cooked another turkey with the usual trimmings for our late lunch. It wouldn’t be Christmas if I didn’t cook a turkey, besides I need something to accompany all those jars pickles I bought at the supermarket!
Before I leave, I’d like to share a thank you.
When Little Evie arrived here on Christmas Day, there was an extra surprise waiting for her. Victoria’s husband Simon had carefully and painstakingly restored an old bike that once belonged to Daisy (now 13), the photo doesn’t do it justice, it now looks almost new.
Daughter Sophie is a single parent, she shares her four boys with her ex-husband who is an excellent father to the boys. Little Evie’s father does not share those qualities.
Son-in-law Simon is our rock, he is helpful and supportive to each of us, especially to me, we hardly need to ask, and he’s there. Thank you Simon.
Right now, I am about to open one of those bottles of Baileys, pour a large glass and put my feet up for the remainder of the evening.
I hope you have enjoyed a very happy and peaceful Christmastime – Warmest wishes to you all.