Shit they don’t tell you about Christmas.

Christmas is for children.

Which is weird because mine have put in zero effort so far.

Here are a few things you need to know about the festive season with children.

Christmas trees are dangerous

Even if you have those well behaved small children who never climb shelves and frisbee books at your face Christmas can be a testing time.

To be fair planting a tree in the front room then throwing a shed load of sparkly shit on it is criminal negligence if you have small children in the house.

Your tree will end up bizarrely naked on the bottom.

Over the 12 days of Christmas felt robins, knitted snowmen and glittery reindeer will slowly creep higher and higher up the tree like the weeping angels in Doctor Who.

By Christmas day you will be playing a dangerous game of buckaroo with a 4 foot tree in the middle of your front room.

Why not incorporate this into the day’s entertainment by sitting elderly relatives next to it and running a festive sweepstake on their chances of survival?

Oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open sleigh!

Your partner and family are weird

Every family has their Christmas traditions but it’s only when you bring two families together that you realise that something your parents managed to pass off as entirely normal is actually downright bonkers. Like my dad’s vegetarian prawn cocktail  substitute– carrots whittled into the shape of tiny fish –  or my Gran wrapping up stuff from around her house just so there were lots of presents to open.

‘Ooh look a can of air freshener. Thanks Gran!’

‘It’s not to keep it’s just for opening.’ *snatches air freshener back*

Tra la la la la la la la la

Small children don’t actually like Father Christmas

There is no better festive entertainment than watching a room full of small children run screaming from a sweaty man in a polyester fat suit and a fake beard.

This is because small children have an innate fear of strange men climbing into their bedrooms in the middle of the night which can only be a good thing.

Either that or they’ve all been reading too many Daily Mail articles.

Glory to the newborn king!

You will pretend to call Father Christmas every time your child misbehaves

This will have no effect on their behaviour whatsoever.

You will have read research in the Guardian about how you should never try to get your children to behave by threatening them with the naughty list.

You will conveniently forget all this (in my case after taking several books to the face) and spend the weeks before Christmas Eve pretend calling Santa every time your children annoy you.

Which will be A LOT… see next item

Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum

You will be asked ‘Is it Christmas yet?’ every hour from Halloween onwards

Think of this as good training if you ever find yourself in some weird Homeland situation locked in a hot underground cell with Damian Lewis wearing no clothes.

I’m sorry I seem to have lost my thread here. What was my point?

Something to do with enduring mental torture.

Must stop thinking about a hot, naked Damian Lewis and start planning my table decorations. *

In heaven the bells are ringing!

Merry Christmas everyone.

* hahahahahaha as if.

6 thoughts on “Shit they don’t tell you about Christmas.

  1. I was about to comment on last night’s Homeland, but realised just in time it might be a spoiler!
    Love this post. My 5 yr old is just learning about days / dates / time and is obsessively asking me “how many days until [insert event]?”
    I feel like rainman in slow-mo.

  2. Love your Gran’s take on present giving. Mine was the same. Never knew whether anything was for keeps or just for Christmas. Thought of doing the same with my mine – “This is for you, a delicious chocolate eclair from the Belgium bakery. Oh no hold on a moment, give it back to me. Yum yum”. Anyway, hope you have a good Xmas with your family and see you in the blogosphere next year I hope x

    • My Gran was hilarious.
      When offered a bread roll to go with her Heinz tomato soup traditional Christmas starter) she announced ‘I didn’t come round here on Christmas day to eat bread.’

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