Ours always start on Christmas Eve, with a trip to the town’s theatre and the pantomime. Full of corny gags, terrible singing and Z-list celebrities, it’s always a total blast. This year, Jack and The Beanstalk. Although it could quite easily have been Aladdin.
All the supporting cast members were long standing panto stalwarts, who always play the same “character”; Last year, Wishy-Washy. This year, Simple Simon. Great stuff.
Some time ago, we took the decision that all family visiting would have to be done pre- or post Christmas. In our case, getting to see people represents a serious commitment of time and money due to the various distances (long) and health states (poor) of varying family members. This means that the Family Unit can do what it likes over the Christmas period, with no come back and no arguments!
Yesterday was lovely.
Having spent the morning playing with our various presents (thank you), we had a substantial brunch, then set off for the beach. Which was … empty. We spent a happy hour, hunting for shells and trying to walk off the earlier food-fest.
Back home to Lego and ghost stories. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading M. R. James to the Offspring, while she worked on a mammoth Lego project. With Christmas lunch abandoned due to lack of interest, the TV finally went on in the evening (good old Harry Potter).
As the Offspring finally staggered off to bed, satiated with mince pies and plastic bricks, we all agreed that it had been an extraordinarily good day.
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