The Perfect Christmas Day Timeline

5.05am – Get woken up by exuberant excitable children. Unfortunately it is not possible to adopt the usual technique of putting cartoons on and ignoring whilst muttering ‘FML FML FML’ because goddam Christmas guilt suggests you be a willing participant in stocking opening. Try and resist puking into own mouth due to the tired.

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6.15am – Stuff face with handfuls of Quality Street for energy.
6.30am – Caffeination – I don’t know if it’s a word but it should be.
7am onwards – Continue stuffing face with Quality Street and downing coffee until someone (not me, because the Daily Mail readers already think I am an offensive alcoholic) suggests it would be a good idea to crack open the Bucks Fizz.

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10am – Family arrive and assemble for official present opening. Don hard hats, cross fingers and come armed with a screwdriver and batteries.

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10.30am – Hunt for survivors in the wreckage.

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11am -1pm – Lunch prep. I am the sous chef in our house and I take that role VERY seriously.sous2

1pm – Some people go to the pub for a pint. Try and be in that group. The sous chef in particular could do with a break.
2pm – Lunch is ready!
2.02pm – Everyone sits down to enjoy a large, leisurely feast.
2.04pm – The children have finished eating.

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2.06pm – The children are fighting.

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2.46pm – The children are STILL fighting.

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3pm – Right that’s it. They say Christmas is for kids but they’ve had their fun, it was magical and all but the magic is now looking a bit thin on the ground. Come to think of it the magic has well and truly flown out of the fucking window.

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[For clarification that strange purple ghost is meant to represent the magical spirit of Christmas, I thought it was obvious but my husband advised otherwise and said it was weird]

3.30pm – Chuck gold coins at the small people and insist they keep at least one metre away from all adult humans.
4pm – Suggest cocktails, make each round with decreasing skill and increasing alcohol.

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5pm – Your age level has now been reduced to that of a 5 year old. Adults are boring. Hang out with the kids again.

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7pm – Pack small people off to bed and watch depressing soaps. Get out a board game to lighten the mood! Make promise to self not to get all ridiculously competitive about non consequential things…

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8pm onwards – Put the world to rights, do some angry washing up, argue about politics, eat oven snacks, point out other people’s character flaws and wander around carrying a pyramid of Fererro Rochers whilst encouraging guests to role play The Ambassadors Reception (Note: if they refuse they should not be invited into your home again).

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11.37pm – Fall asleep in front of the TV with a breaded mozzarella stick stuck to your face and your hand submerged in a tub of Quality Street. You is beautiful. You is amazing. You is the winner of Christmas!

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26 thoughts on “The Perfect Christmas Day Timeline

  1. Hannah @ themumandthemom

    Haha! My Canadian husband doesn’t get the ambassadors reception reference but I still insist he participates in the Monsieur role play every time we eat a Ferrero rocher (frequent). Thank you for another horrifyingly accurate representation of our household xx

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  2. Emma

    Hmm, my three year old is also ‘practising’ by getting up at 5am for two out of the last three days. Oh crap. I also tried to blackmail her into eating some dinner (i.e. any food at all) by threatening to email Father Christmas if she didn’t comply. Did that work – bollocks did it. So I’m on my third beer. Cheers

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  3. Amy

    Pretty sure I’d take a bow and call it in everyday, like, forever if Daily Mail readers dubbed me an “offensive alcoholic.” I mean, like, I’d have arrived, for sure.

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  4. Fiona

    You forgot…. Loose all key parts of toys in wrapping paper that gets thrown out, spend second half of day pacifying screaming off spring by standing in the rain going through sodding bins

    Lay out Christmas buffet only to discover small child size bites in virtually everything

    Older pre teen sneaks around finishing everyone’s wine then feels desperately sick

    Family arguement because everyone’s bloody tired, feels sick, worked out they have consumed a years worth of chocolate in one morning and inevitably drunk too much!

    From a mum of 11 kids!

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  5. Julia

    For years my parents had a “hospice bag” on Christmas morning. This was for gifts we wanted to ‘forward’ to the local charity shop that raised funds for a hospice. I.e. the gifts that we deemed ‘crap’.

    When I had my children I wanted to carry on this family tradition. Unfortunately I’d misheard the name of the bag and therefore the whole concept of ‘the bag’ it wasn’t until my eldest’s third xmas did my husband challenge me on having a “horse piss bag”. I miss it.

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  6. Jonathan

    I thought calling each other a “bum face” might actually be unique to my family, but I am so glad others deem it a worthy comical insult. It forms the centre of 90% of jokes in our house

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  8. Helen

    Yes – this is Christmas in our house! Even down to the Ferrero Rocher – it’s compulsory to do the ambassador’s reception. Oh, and who cares what Dail Mail readers think? Merry Christmas and thank you!

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  9. Jen

    I dunno, I think you’re having dinner very early. I mean, sure, that’s the intended timetable, but doesn’t it take about 6 hours to cook a chicken? (Not turkey, why have turkey when you can have chicken.)

    Otherwise, brilliant. Laughed out loud. Again.

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  10. Mrs_moons

    The good news is that after 20 years of this, you are genetically hardwired to wake up at 5am while your ‘children’ ‘ hungoverly snore til 2pm. Meanwhile you get to drink ALL the bucks fizz and pretend there is a toddler in the house so you can watch The Snowman on repeat while sobbing. Then, because you no longer have terrifying small children, you get invited round to other people’s homes for Xmas dinner. And can go to the pub!

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  11. Jayne

    I love it, thought it was just me who told the kids to say random stuff like ‘your cheese smells’ to daddy when’s talking too much about shite because he’s had seventy whiskeys

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  12. Lizzy

    I don’t even have children but I love reading your blog. Hilarious! You’re making me slightly weary about whether I actually should have any children at all… it sounds hard. But having added excuses to hit the gin always a bonus. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas. x

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  14. Ruth

    Our Christmas was quite similar to this, except massively improved by the fact that my Dad gave us your book :)

    Technically, he gave it to my husband, but marriage is about sharing, right? Anyway I pinched it almost immediately and it made me feel heaps better about feeding the small baby expressed milk from a bottle so I could have too much to drink and excitedly play with Brio with the toddler.

    You are ace and so is your book.

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