a raptor in a pork pie hat!
Dec. 26th, 2009 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolDo you know, that was the nicest Christmas I've had in a long time. I spent Christmas Eve not at a pub watchibng a band as planned, but due to poor road conditions I instead spent the evening drinking rose wine, giggling with friends about all the stupid stuff we did as kids, and getting in at about midnight, feeling cheery and tired. It was lovely, actually.
The day began, for once, a civilised hour. My parents are both nurses, and as such we traditionally have had Christmas at very odd hours to work around shifts, etc. However, Dad was on an early and the rest of us stayed in bed until, you know, nine o clock! Like normal people! The day was long and lazy, as Mum had to work an afternoon mini-shift. This meant I was basically in charge of Christmas dinner, a thought that scared us all, but since we weren't eating until seven I took it nice and easy.
I don't know, I'm not describing it properly. Christmas was vaguely stress-filled for years due to an influx of relatives, and then there was a few lovely years when it really did all kick off and we were relative-less. Then I had three years of Simon's family, and, well, that was about as much fun as being beaten to death. Last year felt weird, and the dog ate the turkey leftovers which wasn't exactly brilliant, plus I had a dissertation to write.
This year? I finished work yesterday, so no pressure for work or exams. The responsibility was nicely shared between the family, and it also meant I got to enjoy watching The Incredibles, by myself, only popping out to poke a turkey occasionally. I can't describe what a lovely feeling that was. (The peacefulness and the cooking, not the actual sensation of poking a turkey.)
The combination of shifts and Doctor Who meant we weren't eating until seven, so I had everything prepared (potatoes in water! turkey resting! apple crumble prepared and just waiting for the water!) and rather shamefully left all preparations to watch that. I have no write-up yet, because, er, well. You know. And stuff. The part that matters for this narrative is that Doctor Who was followed by a very late Christmas dinner, which was agreed by all to the the best Christmas dinner in quite some time. My mum's onion gravy has to be eaten to be believed but OM NOM NOM.
Then we opened presents whilst eating apple crumble. I got a good haul this year, modest but lovely; some books, the Star Trek DVD, a three-disc CD set of Best of the 90's (YAY!) and a few bits and bobs. All stuff I could use, and actually want, which is the best kind of Christmas, really.
The rest of the evening was telly, and more white wine than you can shake a stick at. Oops. We watched my Mum's new Eddie Izzard DVD too - I want a jazz chicken!
And then I slept, and woke up at eleven today, which is the best present I could have had. Soon there will be turkey and chips, and maybe some kind of afternoon nap. Tomorrow I'm going to go and spend a whole week in Scotland, visiting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stupidore (YAY!) and being cold, but having good times.
I hope you all had a lovely day, whether you were Doing The Christmas thing or not.
The day began, for once, a civilised hour. My parents are both nurses, and as such we traditionally have had Christmas at very odd hours to work around shifts, etc. However, Dad was on an early and the rest of us stayed in bed until, you know, nine o clock! Like normal people! The day was long and lazy, as Mum had to work an afternoon mini-shift. This meant I was basically in charge of Christmas dinner, a thought that scared us all, but since we weren't eating until seven I took it nice and easy.
I don't know, I'm not describing it properly. Christmas was vaguely stress-filled for years due to an influx of relatives, and then there was a few lovely years when it really did all kick off and we were relative-less. Then I had three years of Simon's family, and, well, that was about as much fun as being beaten to death. Last year felt weird, and the dog ate the turkey leftovers which wasn't exactly brilliant, plus I had a dissertation to write.
This year? I finished work yesterday, so no pressure for work or exams. The responsibility was nicely shared between the family, and it also meant I got to enjoy watching The Incredibles, by myself, only popping out to poke a turkey occasionally. I can't describe what a lovely feeling that was. (The peacefulness and the cooking, not the actual sensation of poking a turkey.)
The combination of shifts and Doctor Who meant we weren't eating until seven, so I had everything prepared (potatoes in water! turkey resting! apple crumble prepared and just waiting for the water!) and rather shamefully left all preparations to watch that. I have no write-up yet, because, er, well. You know. And stuff. The part that matters for this narrative is that Doctor Who was followed by a very late Christmas dinner, which was agreed by all to the the best Christmas dinner in quite some time. My mum's onion gravy has to be eaten to be believed but OM NOM NOM.
Then we opened presents whilst eating apple crumble. I got a good haul this year, modest but lovely; some books, the Star Trek DVD, a three-disc CD set of Best of the 90's (YAY!) and a few bits and bobs. All stuff I could use, and actually want, which is the best kind of Christmas, really.
The rest of the evening was telly, and more white wine than you can shake a stick at. Oops. We watched my Mum's new Eddie Izzard DVD too - I want a jazz chicken!
And then I slept, and woke up at eleven today, which is the best present I could have had. Soon there will be turkey and chips, and maybe some kind of afternoon nap. Tomorrow I'm going to go and spend a whole week in Scotland, visiting
stupidore (YAY!) and being cold, but having good times.I hope you all had a lovely day, whether you were Doing The Christmas thing or not.
