Feelin' festive after surviving Christmas

Christmas night has to be the fartiest of the year. All those gases and fumes vying for freedom, itching for expression, struggling to be heard…
To make matters worse, poor ol’ Nip also had to contend with a badly timed dose of the runs, causing a sleepless night punctuated by innumerable nappy and pyjama changes. I think it’s fair to say it all ended on a bum note.
Not that it was a shitty Christmas. Far from it – I think I even enjoyed it. I can’t yet be sure. Perhaps I’m being flathúlach from the elation of mere survival, or perhaps my expectations were too low to begin with, but it was quite refreshing to have a remarkably unremarkable Christmas.
It comes at the cost of Schadenfreude, however, and so I can’t beguile you with tales of trees stinking of cat-piss, or stories of burnt dinners, or of sharing choc-chip cookies with grateful pigs. Not this year anyway.
I got presents! Jumpers, fine jumpers too. And other things.
I know it only confirms my fatherhood, but you can never have enough jumpers. Socks too, you can never have enough socks. For some reason all my socks are odd socks, as if half my sock collection knowingly met up and escaped when the other half wasn’t looking. But I didn’t get any socks. I’m just sayin’ you can never have enough socks or jumpers.
Germans give out their presents on Christmas Eve. They’re so efficient they open them before Santa’s even had the chance to deliver them.
We’d gone out to the in-laws, where the Nip got a ton of stuff, more stuff than you could shake several sticks at, and where we were served several varieties of cake followed by a very tasty buffet. I mean the food was very tasty, not the actual buffet, though for all I know that was tasty too.
I don’t know what Jenny’s folks have on Santa but they managed to get him to show up, despite his busy schedule. They had to get the real Santa to turn up after I politely declined their invitations for me to play the part. Imagine me as Santa! Jaysus.
Nip was nonplussed by the bearded fellow’s presence, but not as freaked out as I thought he’d be. He was happy with the presents, though they run the risk of spoiling him. Better to get nothing and be grateful for your health, your family, your friends. The young lad hasn’t been found wanting for anything yet and I wonder if that’s a good thing...
Then on the day itself, when the Germans had no presents left to look forward to, we did our own little family Christmas, when we did everything precisely when and how we felt like it. We went for a walk in the morning, when Nip amazed us with his basketball prowess.
Then he showed remarkable restraint to avoid pulling down the tree, I showed remarkable restrain to put up with Christmas carols and Jenny showed remarkable constraint to put up with my humbuggery.
To round it off – once we’d packed the Nip off to bed – we started Frankenweenie. (It was too scary to watch in one night so we split it over three and only finished it last night. Brilliant film. I’d watch it again.)
At the end of it all I basked in the knowledge that it was 365 days to the next one. And then the shit hit the fan. Merry Shitmas.
Hope you all had a good Christmas, wherever ye are, whenever you celebrated/will celebrate. I know it’s late, but it’s easier to be festive when you’re no longer obligated to be festive – now is the time to enjoy it.
Nollaig shona agus Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh go léir.


  1. Didja know that Tim Burton was fired from Disney for making the original version of Frankenweenie in 1984? They said it was too dark for kids. Have times changed?

    On a different subject, you may be amused to know that the word-verification for this post is "seafook"

    1. Apologies, I should have made that clearer. Frankenweenie was too scary for myself and Jenny to watch in one night. The Nip was safely tucked up in bed when viewing started. Unfortunately by the time he was in bed, exhaustion had set in and so you have the real reason we couldn't watch it in one night - as opposed to the reel reason.
      And no, I didn't know that about Tim Burton. Guess times have changed after all. Weren't there some Seafookers in the film? Mad how it's all connected....

  2. Sounds like you had a brilliant Christmas :) Even if it was shitty...

    1. Cheers man! Only the very end was shitty, as sometimes ends tend to be...
      Hope you had a great one!


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