Friday, 27 July 2012

Response 2: Christmas Day

The pain of homesickness winds me like a punch in the stomach.  My eyes start to water as I think about everything that I’m missing back home.

The sound of the twins sneaking downstairs well before the agreed time, their screams and shouts of joy as they find what Santa has left in the night.

Bucks fizz for breakfast, full English of course! The food marathon continuing until everyone collapses in front of the box for whatever Christmas special is on.  Uncle Pete snoring by the first ad break, his nose glowing from too much cheer.

Mum finally calming down after some kitchen disaster, not enough matching plates, burnt roast potatoes.

The crap cracker jokes, indigestion, trivial pursuits and charades.  Laughter, tears, and family arguments.  Still, it does have its perks “throw some burgers on the barbie Bruce, and get me a cold tinni while you’re up, I’m baking here!”

1 comment:

  1. So tough judging, I really like this one. I'd love to be somewhere hot at Christmas, just the once though as it is lovely being nice and warm inside when it's freezing outside.