Yesterday, as you probably know, it was Christmas Day. On the night of Christmas Eve Tilly and I slept in bed together in Tilly’s bed, finding it very hard to get to sleep. We did tops-and-tails, and we even hugged each other’s cheesy feet so that the smell would make us not stand it and so we’d fall asleep, instead of smelling the pong. Luckily, we were asleep at random points, so when Mummy came to check on us we were asleep and also Santa would have time to stop and deliver presents. We went asleep for about two hours, then woke up and about an hour later we were asleep again and so on.
Nobody heard Santa come through the door, or his bells ringing on the reins of his sleigh, but Auntie Beci saw him flying by while she was feeding Sebby (her baby). It would have been pretty cool to see the full moon with Santa’s silhouette faded into it. But unfortunately, it isn’t the full moon on Christmas Day (I don’t think) so we probably wouldn’t/won’t be too lucky.
When I woke up, I screwed my eyes up to see the time on the clock. Without knowing if it was past seven or not, I woke Tilly up and we quietly tiptoed downstairs to watch our favourite television series: Round the Twist. There was one episode where a dead fox came back to life – where Linda was going round the twist. When Mummy came down, we switched off the television and went for a delicous scone breakfast. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
After our delicious scones, we went into the lounge where the presents were. We had met many imposter-Santas a few days before, and one of them assumed that all eleven-year-old girls like One Direction. People check, but check again. Who lives in our household that hates One Direction? All of us. But who’s eleven and still hates One Direction? I’m not eleven, nor is Mummy or Andy. But Tilly is.
We were so excited to open our presents that we tore open the wrapping paper before the camera had clicked. But we did do it bit by bit, and Tilly opened a bit of her present to find a picture of Harry’s face smiling and staring at her.
She threw it towards the floor and attached herself to the stairs before more rage and embarrassment got into her head. Mummy made her have a photograph taken, so Tilly stared at the horrifying One Direction faces and stuck her tongue out at them. After the camera had clicked, she threw the terrifying One Direction bag to the floor and started another present, angry with her shock and embarrassment. Well, there’s something ready for Elise to grab onto 😉
I got a knitting owl from Nanny Trish and Grandad Mal, and Tilly and I also got a huge bag of knitting wool from them. I got a knitting owl, Tilly a knitting cat and we both got some wool. Tilly got an anarchist journal from Mummy (ask someone if you don’t know what an anarchist is, I don’t have enough time to explain). I got loombands from one of the Santas, a fish game from one of the other Santas, gingerbread men from Katie, polarbear lego from the real Santa (the bricks are ‘nanoblocks’) and I need to start another sentence or this one will be too long. Pant, pant, pant, pant. I also got a Greek Myths book that Kristina got us and loads of Frozen stuff from Daddy, Kerri, Jago and the pets. Daddy was thinking of getting us the EXACT SAME book of Greek Myths that Kristina got us, but luckily he didn’t as Kristina did! She also got us some games which we’re to play today and the real Santa got me a clapper-board.
There was a special present (from Andy) to me was probably a special DS card, where you can play as many games as you want on your DS. Cool, eh?
But the BEST present was this: I went upstairs to get dressed, turned around to get to my drawers and there’s a BLOOMIN’ COMPUTER there! Now Tilly’s adicted to it, as it has the real Minecraft on it, and we haven’t seen her since. Well, of course, unless she came down to say that there’s something wrong with it.
We had a roast dinner (weirdly for lunch) and a massive spread for dinner with everything you could possibly imagine laid out on the table, right in front of us. And we had some of a yule log for lunch-pudding. Tasty-wasty.