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I’ll wake you up excited as a puppy running to the doors.
Yawning, you’ll pull an annoyed face.. but won’t be able to hold it for long.
Smiling, you’ll lean over the side of the bed and see the stocking.
We’ll take it in turns to open little chocolates, toiletries we don’t need, pants and socks. That’s what my family always did, why stop?
We aimed to get the stupidest stuff we could, though we know it was really Father Christmas who did it!
We’ll laugh for a while, then kiss for a while longer.
Lame jumpers applied, we’ll finally get up and walk to the Christmas tree.. lots of presents there.
We’ll first have breakfast of toast and Buckfizz.. because that’s acceptable, right?
We’ll fight over whose the resident Christmas DJ, but ultimately the person paying for Spotify Premium wins.
Then, beside the tree, I’ll spread out my legs for you to sit between. May even plop a cushion between your head and my chest.
Again taking turns, I’ll keep dropping discarded wrapping paper on your face as I awkwardly navigate my arms in front of you.
Halfway through indulging sweet consumerism, I’ll ask to sit freely so I can start jumping in and out the kitchen sorting the dinner I pre-prepped after coming home from work Christmas Eve. You could’ve cooked too, but you let me as you know how keen I am on a roast. Meanwhile, you have the fun task of stuffing the used wrapping paper into the designated carrier bag.
Two crackers each – all crackers come in a four-pack.
It’s a good job I’ve made a lot, it should balance out the litres of wine we’ve indulged into.
For a while, we’ll be too full to move. You almost fall asleep at the table but the sprouts hit quickly and I let out the LOUDEST fart.
Once we manage to get up, we take the time to wish all our family and friends an amazing day. It’s great to hear from them, whilst we shed a tear at the days of the tree being taller, the presents being bigger, and the magic being stronger.
What to do with the rest of the day? Drinks and snacks with as many Christmas films as we can fit in.
We basically empty the bed and the sofas of all comfy materials to make a massive pit of comfort in front of the tele.
We stay there, lying all over each other, making a mess and making it Boxing Day’s problem. I doubt we’ll even make it to bed, eventually we just full asleep there. Together.
Yeah, that’ll be nice