This weeks listography is being hosted by Cass at The Diary of a Frugal Family, and is all about your five favourite family festive traditions. So here are ours!
1) Christmas Eve– we all have to have a bath, and then dress in new pyjamas. Father Christmas wants to leave gifts for clean, nice smelling children, not ones with skid marks and grubby fingernails. Then its time for hot chocolate and a family movie before hanging out the stockings by the chimney. No, not on the end of beds- I learnt this from my Mum, who once had to wait up til dawn for me to go to sleep so she could fill mine and sneak it back at the end of my finally sleeping feet – from then on they were placed by the chimney to ‘save Father Christmas time’. A convenient truth in that somewhere!
2) Posh Breakfast. One of the things that those like me who are divorced from the other parent of some/all their children are forced to cope with at Christmas is sharing your child. My ten year old always stays with me Christmas Eve- I am much bigger on all the magic stuff than his Dad- but then goes to his Dad’s about mid-day on Christmas Day, so he isn’t here for Christmas Dinner. This means we have the full works at breakfast- Christmas tableware and crackers and cracker hats with a big fry up, with pain au chocolat for pudding, and favourite fruit juices to drink, maybe with a splash of the sparkling stuff for the grown ups. We are so full this means we tend to have our Christmas Dinner at about 6 rather than the traditional three. But it works for us, and it is important for my son to be able to share Christmas with both his parents.
3) Sprout Avoidance. I don’t like them. They are the bitter bollock of the vegetable world. It doesn’t matter how many people tell me ‘Just have one, it’s Christmas’, I will not let one pass my lips. I don’t care how much garlic or how many chestnuts you stir fry them with- they are nasty little brassicas, and I won’t eat one just to join in the festivities! It is a tradition for people to try to make me eat one, and a tradition for me to refuse.
4) Overindulgence. Big tins of quality street, fry-ups and roast dinners on the same day, two puddings- if you can fit them in. Irish coffees, chocolate liqueurs, bucks fizz with breakfast. Yes. Greed is in in our house on Christmas Day. Something I feel guilty enough about to have made a healthy donation to the food bank collection at our local supermarket as I recognise not everyone is facing cupboards full of bounty this year.
5) Doctor Who. This is strictly a grown up affair in my house. Syd is too young to understand it, and Max is not a fan of anything edging even near to scary, so it gets recorded and put on after everyone is tucked up. All the lights bar the Christmas Tree get turned off, the sound goes through the stereo, and we park our bums with a glass of something nice, and possibly some cheese and pickled onions, and await delight from our favourite Christmas mythical being. The perfect end to a lovely day.