It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Not that I would know, being only just nine months old and never having
been alive for a Christmas before. This is Faris, by the way, taking over the Daily Blog again – but you probably guessed that on account of Nanni being a whole lot older than nine months. I am giving her another rest from writing the blog because,
what with all the Christmas cards she still has to write, address, stamp and post, she certainly needs one. Apparently Grandad keeps saying she should be pruning their Christmas Card list instead of allowing it to grow like Topsy (whoever she is when she’s
about) but Nanni says Christmas is Christmas which is a time for giving.
It’s that Christmas word again. I am trying to find out exactly what it means and
why Mummy is getting so excited about it. Obviously, if Mummy is excited, then I get excited – but it would be good to know whether there is a sound reason behind all the jollity.
Earlier this week the three of us – Mummy, Daddy and I – went to a place called Winter Wonderland. Daddy drove us in his black cab so we were able to drive and park right near Wonderland which was good because other boys
and girls had to walk miles to get there. Aren’t I the lucky one? Winter Wonderland is also called Hyde Park. This is one of the things I am still trying to puzzle out - why do so many things have two or more names? Why is the
buggy sometimes called a pushchair? When is dinner, dinner – and when is it lunch? Why is my Nanni called so many different names by her various grandchildren – Nanni, Nanna, Nanny, Nan? Thank goodness Grandad is always just plain, good old Grandad
– no fuss. I suppose I shall have sussed it all out by the time I am older – say, about eleven months old.
At Winter Wonderland, Daddy took me
on a Reindeer Ride. Why are they called reindeer? I think snowdeer would be a better, more appropriate and definitely more seasonal name, don’t you think? Daddy did look really funny on the reindeer ride. Being so tall, he had to wrap his long
legs round the reindeer just to stop himself falling off. Me, I held tight to the reindeer’s golden antlers like there was no tomorrow. After the reindeer ride, Daddy needed a roast beef and horseradish sandwich to get over the stress of it all
and Mummy needed a hot chocolate with lashings of cream. I am really looking forward to the day when I can eat and drink things like that – it won’t be long because you will be excited to know that I have four teeth now. The most recent tooth
arrived while we were on holiday and has been named George after some baby prince or other. I thought I was the Little Prince, that’s what Mummy always calls me. I didn’t realise there were two of us, George and me. We ought to get together,
the two of us, I’d teach him everything I know which is quite a lot already.
Next we went to see a really strange man dressed up in a red suit with
a white beard and abnormally red cheeks. Now I have one of these suits myself which I am apparently going to wear on Christmas Day so it was very, very spooky seeing this man wearing the exact same outfit only much, much bigger. I sat on his lap and
pulled his beard really, really hard to check if it was the Real Thing. It didn’t come off but I was still a bit suspicious. Mummy told me that this was Father Christmas, also known as Santa Claus. See what I mean? Why two names, when one will
“Now tell me, have you been a good boy?” Father Christmas asked me. For some reason this made Mummy cry. Mummy cries a lot when Christmassy
things happen - she says it is because of something called the Usher Gene which makes all the female members of her family cry at the drop of a handkerchief. These were happy tears she reassured me. I was thinking hard about the question: had I
been a good boy? Mummy seems to think so, though she does often call me a rascal. On balance, though, I think I have been good most of the time. Father Christmas said, if I am good, he will be bringing me presents on Christmas Eve. I hope he will
know that I will be at Auntie Karen’s house and that he didn’t mind too much about the beard pulling...
So that was Winter Wonderland, which was, indeed,
both wintry and wonderful - but it was only the start of the pre-Christmas fun. Yesterday we bought a Christmas tree at the supermarket and I had a ride in the supermarket trolley, wearing an enormous pair of reindeer antlers on my head (check out my
photo – what style!) Mummy drove the trolley up and down the aisles like a maniac and sang Christmassy songs to me while I accompanied her singing with what I imagine to be screechy, reindeer-like noises.
It was almost as good as the Reindeer Ride...