As all my regular readers know, I am preparing for a Pared Down Christmas this year, on account of having one arm ensconced in a Robot Sling until New Year’s Eve. It does appear, however - judging by the excited
videos I have been sent - that the Trio of Rampaging Rascals, who will be joining Mr B and me for Festive Fun, don’t understand the Pared Down Concept. As far as they are concerned, we are going to enjoy a Full Scale Christmas With All The Trimmings.
And it’s only two more sleeps!
The beauty of a Pared Down Christmas is that I can watch the Divine Nigella cooking up ridiculously calorific treats on TV
and can admire her festive industriousness while knowing I have every good reason not to even try to emulate her. Should Mr B look longingly on her sticky toffee pudding or lick his lips at the mere thought of her sherry trifle, I only have to (very) gently
wave my Robot Sling in front of his nose to bring him back down to earth.
Similarly I can read and enjoy those newspaper articles demonstrating fifty clever ways
with wrapping paper, sparkly bows and satin ribbon without for a single moment wondering if it might be worth having a go myself. In fact I have had to delegate much of my present wrapping to assorted children and grandchildren, all of whom have adopted the
time honoured Less Is More approach which I have favoured all my present-wrapping life. It’s interesting to read the labels stating “with love from Nanni and Grandad” in handwriting which is clearly not my own - though the sentiments are,
of course, all mine. “Write ROBLOX for ever,” I instruct granddaughter, Eleanor, wrapping up my young friend Harvey’s Cadbury’s Selection Box. “What, really, Nanni?” she asks, incredulously - but, yes, Harvey (my ROBLOX
buddy) won’t know it’s from me, otherwise.
The Eldest of the Darling Daughters has done a sterling job clearing the smallest bedroom for me so
that the Twins can sleep in the appropriately named twin beds. I have fastened on the doors the name signs which the Trio made on a previous visit. Well, Faris and Tala made signs while Lilia the Independent went walkabout - but I only need two signs so what’s
the problem? Faris’s sign is appropriately festive, incorporating a red pillar box and a hand drawn portrait of Father Christmas. Tala’s sign features a kingfisher. Enough said.
Apparently Mr B and I can look forward to an additional unexpected guest tomorrow - Sammy the Seahorse who is, I believe, the class mascot and therefore a Very Important Person. Or Hippocampus, to be strictly accurate. I do like it
when the Daily Blog comes over all educational - especially when School’s Out For Christmas. Will Sammy require a Christmas stocking? Will he expect a cracker? Presents? I shall be guided by my youngest grandson who will be sure to let me know what’s
I can only sympathise with my frenzied friends who are still scurrying around with too much to do and too little time. I wish they could all have a Pared
Down Christmas like mine. Maybe, just maybe, I could start a trend? There comes a time, in any case, when nothing more can be done; when if it hasn’t been bought, or cooked, or wrapped or organised then it just won’t happen and, guess what?
nobody will be any the wiser unless you let on. Which you mustn’t. Ever. You know it makes sense.
I wish you all the very merriest of Christmases. However,
if you can’t be merry - and I know for some this Christmas will be a sad time - then please know I’m thinking of you and wishing you better times ahead.
My Pared Down Christmas is almost upon me.
Two more sleeps!