Getting our Christmas ON!

There are 2 things that Braai Boy and I do not agree on.  The first is rugby, he supports the Springboks and anyone who plays against England.  I support England and Scotland.  The second is Christmas.  Now, I absolutely love Christmas.  Braai Boy does not, Braai Boy is totally and utterly Bah Humbug.  But guess what?? It’s December so it’s time to get our Christmas on!

The good thing is that Braai Boy has been away on Exercise for the last few weeks and only got back yesterday.  This has given me time to find the boxes of decorations, get them out and get them up.  Its easier to decorate the house when he is not here (this is the third year) because I’m not distracted by his huffing and puffing as I turn our house from magnolia married quarter into sparkly, glittery, all things Christmassy amazingness.  So, you see, Braai Boy being away is not always a bad thing, especially at this time of year. 

At the weekend I left the kids with my Mum and I went out to get the tallest widest tree I could find.  The kids requested a real tree that is taller than me, as I am 5ft 10ish that’s a fairly tall tree.  Much to Braai Boys despair we always have a real tree.  My argument is that we don’t have enough storage space for a fake tree because he has all his military kit in the garage, before you ask no we have never ever parked a car in any of our garages because they have always been full of his kit.   Of course, Braai Boy moans about the pine needles on the carpet and having to water the bloody thing, I smile and nod and say something like ‘well maybe if you got rid of some of your kit you would get your fake Christmas tree’.  That’s when the moaning stops, because I know he will never get rid of any of his kit.

So, there was me and my Mum getting the tree into the stand, as I lay on the floor Wee Man thought this was the perfect opportunity to play horsey, whilst Miss Sassy decided to do a full rendition of all the songs from her school Christmas Play.  After some jiggery pokery with bits of branch and coasters the tree was standing up straight.  Miss Sassy then opened up all the boxes of decorations and emptied them on to the floor, helpful? Not really.  The lights were not tangled so I cracked on with getting those on the tree.  The strings of beads on the other hand were in a massive red and gold ball, not going to lie it took Mum, Miss Sassy and I ages to untangle them, but that didn’t matter we had Christmas tunes on and we were feeling festive.  Meanwhile, Wee Man was decorating his garage with baubles, well why not?

Once Miss Sassy lost interest in the beads I was left to untangle the bead ball, I have to say it was surprisingly therapeutic.  As I was untangling, Mum and the kids decorated the tree.  We have lots of different baubles and decorations for the house, some tasteful, some not so tasteful, but you know what? they all have memories.  So, if you come to our house and you see something that is not to your taste please keep quiet because it’s there for sentimental reasons.  You know what?  When the kids went to bed I didn’t redecorate the tree, why should I?  they decorated it and made it their own, they well and truly got their Christmas On.

There’s lights in the windows, lights around mirrors and lights on the mantlepiece.  I think we nailed the fairy lights this year.  It’s not quite Santa’s grotto but I think as far as Christmas goes we’ve done a good job.  Hector the hat hook has his Santa hat on, I can’t wait to see Braai Boys face, then again maybe not.  The silver jock, which needs his pre Christmas clean, has his teeny tiny Santa Hat on and looks very festive indeed.  The advent house is full of chocolates and Miss Sassy has made her very own Snowman disco snowball scene.

Wee Man has taken to throwing his rugby ball cushion at the tree, ‘it won’t catch mama’, ‘really son?  That surprises me’.  Then when the baubles fall off he shouts at me and Miss Sassy to put them back on, yes it’s his new favourite game, I am hoping he will get bored of it within a week, who am I kidding this is going to go on until I take the tree down. 

0645 yesterday the doorbell went, Braai Boy was home and didn’t have his keys.  If I’d known he was going to be that early I would have been up at 0600 to get the Christmas lights on to welcome him.  I needn’t have worried, Miss Sassy flew down the stairs demanding he closed his eyes so she could walk him to the lounge and show him the tree and this and that and everything.  As well as not liking Christmas and the English rugby team he also dislikes early mornings, good job he likes his daughter isn’t it?

And there we have it.  The house has been Christmassed up, Daddy is home and now we can start Silly Season.  We are all in the Christmas mood, well me and the kids are, but I am sure even Braai Boy will start to feel less Bah Humbug when I give him mulled wine in his Christmas mug. 

Author: charliefoxtrotmama

Mama to 2 kids and an Army wife. Life’s a cluster but it’s all part of the adventure. This blogs about the highs, lows and hilarity that come with being a Mama and an Army wife. If my waffle helps someone realise that it is life that is a bit bonkers not them, and to smile when it all seems a bit sh*tty, well, I’ll be happy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: