My 13-year-old son will not forgive me for telling this story – but when he was six he got a rather splendid acid green Grit stunt scooter for Christmas; he couldn’t have been prouder riding it in to school in the New Year. And when some Year 6 boys admired it, he turned around and told them with no uncertainty. ‘Thanks, I got it from Santa.’
Spoiler alert! Those days of Santa Claus have pretty much gone (we still leave something out for Santa, just in case), but Christmas continues to have its charms and most of it comes from creating new Christmas traditions each year that allow us to have fun and not create scenes where one of us is shouting ‘but we always do that’.
Our small and bijou family where the cats almost outnumber the humans couldn’t be further away from those supermarket adverts that seem to be designed to make your Christmas feel disappointing unless you have endless numbers of family members and neighbours demanding piles of mini samosas and smoked salmon vol-au-vents without falling out over Brexit or whose turn it is to do the washing up. So instead we do our own thing. Christmas Eve is a chance to go out for pizza (yes, pizza) and sing deranged versions of Christmas carols on the way home.
Christmas day was once spent building ever more complicated Lego Star Wars sets and arguing with the inanimate instructions even though they never, ever had a piece missing (by the end of the build, I certainly had lost a few marbles). Now it is the build up for the Doctor Who Christmas special that dominates our day. At Christmas dinner, the crackers have been replaced with table presents and the endless rounds of the Quality Street/Cadbury Roses tins have morphed into a
‘Christmas day was spent building complicated Lego Star Wars sets and arguing with the inanimate instructions even though they never, ever had a piece missing.’
rather grown-up cheeseboard.
Boxing Day is the official start of the James Bond Marathon, the Burns household’s attempt to the work our way through all 26 films by the end of January (we are all allowed one veto).
So here’s my Christmas gift to you all, create your own traditions, don’t cling to the old ones or try and recreate those TV adverts. Nadelic Lowen!