It's an odd moment when I flop down in bed on Christmas Day and realise it's all over and somehow it has arrived, happened and gone by and I have survived for another year. I measure this in terms of several levels of success, as I am sure do many others these include:
How many have I upset by failing to send cards too which will require an abject apology and grovelling letter in the New Year? and as a rider to this is this fewer than last year?
Did the presents arrive on time?
Have I received all the gifts I might have expected?
Have I obviously upset a member of my close family or circle of friends by some kind of omission?
Did the festive season pass with adequate supplies of tissue, toilet tissue, headache or other pain relief remedies and antacids?
Did I manage to cook the dinner, on time, with ALL its intended constituent parts included?
Did I manage to not give anyone I served with this repast food poisoning?
Did I manage to steer clear of the washing up? NO! stop being ridiculous that's just fantasy thinking!
Is everybody still talking to everyone else?
Where did I put my drink?
Why are my feet hurting so much?
and finally which idiot ever called this a holiday? they need to check on the definition of same and alter this accordingly because I for one am kn...exhausted!
Its been like a combination of the UN having important diplomatic meetings with every warring state we can think of, against bickering for what's on TV and groaning over eating too much... and it's all over in one day...well there is Boxing Day but nobody ever really seems to know what all that is about. I know there's the underlying Christian message, or the Pagan one depending on your theological point of view but really!
Well survived again! All parts still standing, all family members still speaking, all food consumed, yes even the turkey....only went for something small this year. So as I prepare a salad and jacket spuds and feel a bit healthier than this time yesterday and the relief washes over me in waves, all that matters is...will be going through it all again next year. What fun! Wouldn't have it any other way! How about you?
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