Happy New Year, people! It’s 2018 and Trump is still riding the Twitter waves, the World Cup is on this year and we have a royal wedding and baby on the horizon! Surely that’s grounds to skip to the next year already? My uncle is more positive. He told me that 2018 sounds like it’ll be a good year because it’s an even number. He is an accountant.
So in the spirit of looking back I’m going to recap on everything I’ve done in the last year.
Ok not much has happened so here’s a recap of our Christmas instead.
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
I told Mishty that Father Christmas can’t come to our house because we got rid of our chimney and changed the locks so his magic key wouldn’t work. Instead he met him at the nursery Christmas party where he got a cool present. Then Mishty happened to bump into Father Christmas again at Tescos where he was collecting money for charity. That was awkward. “Mummy, is there more than one Father Christmas?” he asked. “No no, he just gets around a lot with his fast reindeer” I reassure him. Then we were at a funfair in Croydon where Mishty spotted a grotto with a half hour queue in the freezing cold. When it was finally our turn he told Father Christmas that he had already met him twice and didn’t look impressed when he got handed “reindeer food” that looked suspiciously like muesli wrapped in cellophane.
Rocking Around The Christmas Tree
We don’t really do Christmas. Hubby and I were both brought up that way because we already had not one, but two Eid festivals to celebrate instead. Subsequently, our house was not filled with Christmas cheer. Despite this, Mishty kept bringing home Christmas tree shaped moulds to hang on our non-existent tree. He desperately wanted an advent calendar but the threat of binge-eating was too great. Every day he asked how many days left until Christmas, and would tell me I was on the naughty list if I told him off. One day I had the following conversation:
Mishty: When is Christmas?
Me: 10 days away.
Me: Because if you count the days that’s how many there are until the 25th.
Mishty: Why isn’t it on Tuesday?
Me: Because that’s not Christmas Day.
Mishty: Is tomorrow Christmas Day?
Me: No, I just said it’s 10 days away. What do you think happens on Christmas Day anyway?
Mishty: I don’t know, what happens?
Me: NOTHING!! [Evil laugh]
Ok I’m not a total Grinch, it’s not like I told him that Santa isn’t real. Although, when he told me that Santa was watching me I couldn’t resist retorting that it wasn’t Santa who was watching but Allah.
As a compromise I decided to get some fairy lights and decorated the banister. A tree is for Christmas but a starry staircase is for ever. Also I discovered Christmas Radio. THE best thing ever! Except when trying to explain to a four year old why your favourite song is about a man singing about driving in his car and being top to toe in tailbacks, with red lights all around.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas
Some people take their children to see the Christmas lights in London. We took Mishty to see the lamp posts down our local High Street. Same level of excitement, much less effort and a lot warmer when you go by car. He had a ball shouting “MUMMY LOOK, FAIRY LIGHTS!” every time we went past a house with Christmas decorations up.
Naughty or Nice
Christmas TV is full of classic tales telling you to be good. There’s the usual story of Scrooge and the important lesson of not being a tightarse trotted out each year. But the best has to be Home Alone. Aside from being really funny, it has serious moral undertones. I let Mishty watch it and explained how the film teaches the important lesson of not being rude to your family or they’ll go on holiday without you, leaving you all alone to face burglars. When you’ve learnt to be nice they all come back. Great film.
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
Friends, family, parties – so much to do, so many people to see. We had a lot of plans. We were going to be sociable and active for a change. There was just one tiny hiccup. Mishty got chicken pox on Christmas Day. All over his body, head, even in his mouth! Five whole days of him being in quarantine meant we hardly left the house. We built mountains out of Lego, did arts and crafts, played puzzles and watched excessive amounts of TV. Days passed without me getting out of my pjs. We barely cooked, hell, we barely moved. Instead of Mishty running around like a loon and using our sofas as a trampoline, he was subdued and content to sit in my arms watching TV. Who knew chicken pox could be such bliss (for me obviously, not for Spotty Mcspotface!)
Celebrate Good Times, C’mon!
Mishty finally was out of quarantine, so we celebrated in style with a Sainburys shop. He didn’t really understand New Year’s Eve and kept asking when it was Christmas (he has issues accepting when things are over). To celebrate the last night of the year we cooked a pie, made a pudding, watched the emotionally draining Harry Potter finale and then took ourselves upstairs to bed. It was half past ten. Stop judging.
So there you have it, a quiet Christmas holiday filled with family, food, films, fairy lights and chicken pox. Perfect!