I have an active imagination... (My Perfect Christmas)

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Product:	My Perfect Christmas
Date:	22/12/01 (11 review reads)
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Advantages: Good food

Disadvantages: fantasy

It's that time of year. I am still a student. I am still without a bloke and I am still dreading going home for Christmas, but sort of looking forward to it in a kind of Ah but they're MY family sort of way.

Let's fast forward ten years, it's Christmas Eve. I don't get much time to myself these days, been Head of Department and having two small children kind of takes it's toll, but the kids, Eleanor, 4 and Caleb 5, are all rosy cheeked with the cold as they wave goodbye. They are spending the night at my Mam's house. I really don't mind all that much because I'll see them soon enough and anyway I want to drink a good bottle of wine and eat all the lovely unhealthy things that my husband David bought this afternoon.

The snow begins to fall and I look outside and our orchard is lightly dusted as we get ready to attend the midnight service at our local church. I just LOVE christmas carols you see.

I awake in the morning to the smell of bacon and sound of David singing rather out of tune. I leave the bedroom bleary eyed to find a fry up and a glass of orange juice, alongside a cup of coffee.

INo matter how many times I tell him, David insists I like coffee.

But chefs never listen to anyone when they're in the kitchen do they? I look up and his hair is ruffled just the way Caleb's does. We chat and exchange presents (He finally got round to buying me that lovely antique brooch I wanted, after months of blatent hinting).

We dress and go to visit my Mam, the kids have been up hours by now, My Mam doesn't care one bit, she sits there with this warm look in her eyes as she tries to get them not to eat selection boxes for breakfast.

We are greeted by screams of delight when the children finally realise we have arrived. My sister arrives half an hour later with her fiancee Lee.

We realise that it is later than we thought. Luckily, my step dad is a dab h
and in the kitchen and has been up cooking the turkey for hours. He shouts for us to get by the table, but it's easier said than done as my Jack Russell Ted is running around like a manic and the children are in various states of undress as they try to make a monster out of a cardboard box.

A few hours later and my stomach is full, Morcambe and Wise are on TV and I think about when I used to have family Christmases at my Grandparents, but instead of crying, I smile and think it's funny how things work out isn't it?

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