Day 25, 13 days until you return, CHRISTMAS DAY

Well, Christmas has arrived! As expected, Mam was extremely over excited and had actually got up during the night to deliver stockings to our bedrooms, I tripped over mine in a nervous dash for a wee at 4am this morning, I stumped my toe and swore loudly.
I was woke up by Mam nagging for me to get up, it was far too early but I managed to drag myself up and get ready. We always go into the living room at Christmas, the room where we camped in once, Mum had sorted out all the presents and piled them onto chairs, Rob and Matt were already unwrapping and burning paper on the fire, Dad was engaged in a very exciting looking book about the history of Bletchley Park, grunting slightly and mentioning names and places in a way that we were meant to know what he was talking about, as usual we didn't.
I had lots of lovely presents, and money towards my camera, Mam had got my skydive certificate framed and mounted with some of the photos, it looks ace. Rob and Matt gave me £100, kindly they decided they'd give me it in 20ps. The hilarity began nowish. Matt gave Rob a sheep shearing machine, they set it up, in the lounge, and got to work shearing a cushion, Mam shouted and wailed but as usual they completely ignored her, iniolated the cushion and sheared the beard off of a Santa stocking, the place was a mess, fluff everywhere, poor Mam gave up and left them to it. The day continued in a similar fashion, the boys prating about and no one being able to control them. Matt's pile of presents consisted of bazaar things such as spades, drills, head lights etc, he seemed extremely pleased with them though so I said nothing. He also got a DVD, called sheepstation. I've heard of babe station, but sheep station? I was worried about this to begin with and wondered what on Earth was going on, surely it was something dodgy with a boring name? but alas, no, it was in fact as dull it a sounds, it was a DVD about sheep herding in New Zealand, and what's more we had to endure it for a good hour before he was finally convinced to turn it off.
Mam started cooking dinner for what seemed like a small country and I went with Rob, Matt and Dad to feed their sheep, mostly because I wanted a trip in the pick up! It was slightly more exciting than it sounds, we drove down icy roads and then Dad decided to loot a shed and came out with a grin on his face and farming magazines shoved up his shirt, like anyone was going to see, or care if they did for that matter, but never mind, he was happy and it's Christmas after all.
So, we got back and ate dinner, I ate far to much, I actually feel fatter than I did when I woke up but never mind, I'll go to the gym or something soon. Dinner was amazing anyway, I love Christmas dinner, if I had to have a last supper it would definitely be a Christmas dinner, with crackers and everything. Rob got a fortune feeeesh in his cracker, it told me I was fickle. Brilliant. Thanks fish.
We went for a walk after lunch, we all piled into the pickup, Billy as well of course, who coincidentally got to sit in the front as it's his Birthday, which leads to the question, why on earth did we not call him Jesus? It has a much better ring to it. The walk was all going quite well and seemed relatively dignified until Mattie decided to piss his name in the snow. Afterwards it went down hill. At one point Matt and Rob grabbed Mam and just full on ran across the snow with her little legs dangling and her wailing, Dad missed the whole event and was too busy digging through the snow to assess the grass underneath, and then rang his brother to tell him all about it, what a thrilling life he leads.
We made it home, cold as can be, and sat around warming up by the fire, like the olden days. The boys wanted to play a game of frustration, I joined in but was put of slightly by the fact that they insisted on playing in the dark with their head torches on, once again, another situation that to most of the human race would appear slightly odd, but to Mam it seemed normal and she just wondered in and sat down , in the dark, with a cup of tea.
We ate tea, and once again I got roped into another tedious and somewhat scary game of monopoly. Me and Mam had no hope of winning and instead just passed money and houses to each other under the table in a desperate hope to win a slither of money off of the boys. and to no avail, we lost dramatically and had to watch whilst the boys once again bartered their way around the bored, making up rules and blatantly stealing money, houses and anything else they could get their hands on. Luckily it came to a dramatic end, when Matt threw everything across the table, Matt smacked Rob and Rob smacked Dad.
Luckily we were saved by Bridget Jones being on the TV, after everyone, apart from me, putting across a point as to why we shouldn't watch it, we watched it, Rob and Matt clearly loved it even though they were desperately trying not to laugh or look like they were watching it. I've come to the conclusion, that I am Bridget Jones, I'm going to end up going through life, (my life being, predominantly, a series of embarrassing events one after another), making a fool of myself whilst continuously making wrong decisions, meeting the wrong people, and going back on new years resolutions. Speaking of new years resolutions, I've again decided to make none this year, just to save myself the feelings of uselessness as I break them all within, lets face it, the first few hours of the new year.
Anyway, it would appear Christmas day is almost over.
It was absolutely wonderful speaking to you earlier, I miss you immensely and I wish you were here to share in the ridiculous but wonderful events that occur when I am around my family. I will see you quite soon and no doubt Mam will be desperate to play bored games with you!
Happy Christmas Love x x x x x x