If you are thinking that it’s been a few days since I last wrote a Daily Blog, then you need to know it is probably because I have been (i) preparing for an enjoyable day; (ii) enjoying an enjoyable day; or (iii)
clearing up after an enjoyable day. Occasionally, like today, (I) and (iii) merge into one as I clear up after one and prepare for the next. I like to think it keeps me on my toes, rather than on my knees...
Christmas started with the Rascally Trio knocking at the door in their customary manic fashion and Mr B (their Grandad who, let’s face it, should know better) calling on me to open the door and to find out who on earth
is on the doorstep. In they tumble in their best Christmas outfits, a little elf, a diminutive Santa and a (kind of) fearsome Tree Rex (geddit?) We have the very best Christmas Eve planned.
The Trio, having spotted the Really Rather Large Presents under the Christmas tree, would quite like to re-order our schedule so that we could start with the Great Unwrapping rather than leave it till after the circus. Their
mother. Middle of the Darling Daughters, and I stand firm under pressure: we know it will be far, far better to wait until later, when we will have more time to enjoy the toys. Besides, once opened, you can never recover the excitement of anticipation.
My dear Dad loved Christmas and, like the Rascals, never wanted to wait. I will always remember the Christmas when we returned from Midnight Mass at Silly o’clock in
the morning and he insisted we open all the presents then and there. To be fair, we didn’t take much persuading, indulging in a veritable orgy of ripping open wrapping paper to reveal our carefully chosen gifts. It was, indeed, enormous fun.
It wasn't however, nearly as much fun in the morning when we woke up to the stark realisation that - at least as far as presents were concerned - Christmas was Over. The
day yawned before us. It was one of Life’s Lessons Learnt but I rather doubted the Trio would understand. It was one of those times when you simply had to be there...
It was only a short drive to the garden centre where the circus was being held in a modest, but perfectly acceptable, Big Top erected in an area of the car park. We chose seats where we hoped we would all have a good view, even if the smaller ones occasionally
had to clamber aboard a lap. Their mother bought each of the Trio a twirly light which would (though I didn’t know it at the time) drive me up the wall during the performance.
See the acrobats! See tightrope walker! The jugglers! The clown! The amazing Strong Man! But - “How many minutes till we go back to your house?” Tala (Eldest of the Twins by one important minute) kept asking me. I’d
like to think my house has a special place in her heart but I was well aware exactly what was calling to her. Single minded, that’s my girl!
culminated in a visit to Santa’s Grotto where the Trio received some seriously good presents from a somewhat diminutive Santa. “Is he the real Santa?” Tala asked me, doubtfully. “I think he must be....” I said.
Back home - at long last, according to the Trio - it was Time For Presents and all three managed to unwrap their toys in a fraction of the time it had taken me to wrap them. I am
delighted to report that my carefully chosen gifts were well received.
The Christmas crackers which took our rather ordinary pizza meal to dizzying festive
heights (I am, to be fair, exaggerating but at least I am honest about it) included a set of racing penguins in colourful cars. I was well impressed. I am becoming something of an expert on Christmas crackers, a subject I will return to in a future Daily Blog.
I am sure you are looking forward to that. Or, maybe, not.
There were new pyjamas for all three in their Christmas Eve bags, plus carrots and reindeer food, a
small toy each - and a letter from Father Christmas who seemed to know an awful lot about each one of the Trio. “He knows exactly where you live!” I exclaimed, reading the letters aloud.
They left a tray of refreshments out on our doorstep for the Much Expected Guest before driving home to do the same. “Will there be more surprises?” the Rascals asked. Let’s face it, it was still only Christmas
Eve so I felt I was on safe ground there.
“I rather think there might be...” I replied.