The Bookminx’s Perfect Christmas Morning by The Bookminx xx
For many, Christmas starts with the return of the Red Cup. For others, it’s Stir-up Christmas Pudding Sunday. For some it’s on August 25th when many shops swap out their Summer bikini’s for Winter Warmer jumpers…and the never ending loop of Slade finds its way back onto the commercial radio playlists.
For me, Christmas starts proper on whatever day I break up from work. Back in my early 20’s I used to work all over Christmas, including Christmas Day, in clubs, bars and restaurants, but as I’ve got older, wiser, and lazier, I can now appreciate the benefits of an end-of-year shut down. I try not to leave the house, I never pick up the phone, and if I’m honest, I’m rarely out of my PJ’s for however long, or short, my Christmas break ends up being. I just lock up shop, eat my body weight in cheese with a bucket of Bailey’s on the go, and I read. My Summer Reading campaign has really taken a hit over the last 10 years or so, with far too many cracking books being published that I want to read, but don’t have time to get stuck into – so my Christmas break ends up being quite a solitary affair, with Mr BookMinx on one end of the sofa playing whatever Xbox game Santa brought him, and me on the other end, head in a book, Ferrero Rocher in hand.
So when asked what my perfect Christmas morning would look like, I’m tempted to say something ridiculous like ‘wake up in Vegas, draped on the arm of Clooney, with the body a Victoria Secret model would be well jeal of’. But actually, my perfect Christmas morning looks exactly like the Christmas mornings I have. I wake up whenever I wake up. Either Mr BookMinx or I do the first booze run of the day. We open gifts in our PJ’s. Have a spot of toast. Light the Christmas candles. He fires up the console. I pick up a book. Done. Bob’s your Uncle, Fanny’s your Aunt.
So whatever YOU’RE doing this Christmas morning, whether it’s a big deal involving 9am party frocks and elaborate celebratory plans in a country retreat with a roaring open fire, mulled wine and pigs in blankets or a low key affair with family and friends and excitable puppies and tinsel and turkey, have a wonderful Festive Fiesta. If you want me, I’ll be on the sofa. Reading. xx