I love Christmas and if i could be a reindeer I so would.
For me Christmas is the same every year just in a different house. Grandparents stay at my aunt's house, and then everyone comes over to over- eat and watch films on a small sofa that clearly is only suitable for elves. As much as it's a bit crowded, I love it. It's a real family affair.
But there is always things that are inevitable. You will get and ill fitting top, 9 pairs of socks with pretty pink glittery fairies on, and you will get a mug that will go at the back of the cupboard never to be seen again. Ever. Its the same in every house in the country, I guarantee it, but despite all this, in my house every Christmas my nan will never fail to spill her wine all over her roast dinner or over the place mats.
I'm starting to realize that this might be intentional...she's drowning her turkey in her wine probably to save her picking up the heavy glass (which by the way is like a 10 tonne goblet of doom) and spilling on the place mat so she can ring it out into her mouth later.
Cunning, my nan. Really cunning.
Maybe it's unintentional and she is just clumsy, or maybe she is a genius that finally cracked the life long mystery of how to avoiding wasting time drinking when eating a roast? Who knows. Maybe I'll ask her.
So this Christmas, when you begin to tuck into your golden potatoes and turkey and whatever else you have, spill a bit of wine in it, and think of my nan.
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