Oh well, that's the Christmas holiday over and done with for another year. It seems like it was only a few days ago that I was putting the decorations up, but they've since been taken down and are back in the loft ready for next year. So it's back to the hard work of trying to improve my written English after deciding to give myself a two week break from it.
So what happened in my house on Christmas D
et me tell you. It was exactly 7:31 - I can remember looking at these three digits on my bedside digital alarm clock - when my youngest son came rushing into my bedroom to tell me that it was Christmas D
ay and to
ask if he could go downstairs to see if Santa Claus (no need for inverted commas)
had been. The noise he made waking me up was enough to open the eyes of my wife who was asleep beside me and my eldest son who was also asleep in the adjoining bedroom.
It wasn't long before he was up too and both were on their way down the stairs, with my blessing, to see if the presents I had put under the tree late on Christmas E
ve were there. My wife and I soon followed them down the stairs to get the dinner ready as we plann
ed to eat at 1:00 pm. To do this, the t
urkey needed to be in a lit oven before 8:00 am and we got this done with only five minutes to spare.
While we were doing this, the boys were opening their presents. The opening of them all only took about twenty minutes. . .
if only it had taken
that long to clear up the mess afterwards!
Mum said that we were not allowed to eat our dinner unless the living room was clean and tidy. All three of us cleaned up the mess we had made and our Chistmas dinner was both on time and as usual, tasted delicious.