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.
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.
10am – Family arrive and assemble for official present opening. Brace self, cross fingers and come armed with screwdriver and batteries.
10.30am – Hunt for survivors in the wreckage.
11am -1pm – Lunch prep. I am the sous chef in our house and I take that role VERY seriously.
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.
2.06pm – The children are fighting.
2.46pm – The children are STILL fighting.
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.
[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.
5pm – Your age level has now been reduced to that of a 5 year old. Adults are boring. Hang out with the kids again.
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 inconsequential things. Fail.
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).
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!
**************P.S. My new book The Catastrophic Friendship Fails of Lottie Brooks is out on the 3rd March 2022! It's aimed at 9-12 year olds and you can buy it here :)
My kids have been getting up at 5am for nearly a week now. I think they must be practising or something.
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
HAHAHAHA this is hilarious! What a great Christmas day.
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
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.
Hahaha!!! me too…I’d be like, this biaaatch has arrived… And is here to stay
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!
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.
Horse piss bag….had me in hysterics!! Brilliant!! x
We had a similar thing to the horse piss bag – ours was the open coal fire which was always lit on Christmas Day, if only to dispose of nasty, unwanted presents (and there were many in our opinion)!!! Some wooly knitted hats from aunties were always the first to be fed to the flames. It was my 2 brothers’ fault, they made me do it!
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
bum face or bum head was a regular with my kids….& my cousin & her spouse/daughter do it too! lol
Glad you clarified the ghostie thing – I thought it was the magical ‘squid’ of Christmas – some form of Bailey’s induced hallucination!
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You, as usual, are fabulous. I adore your humor. Thank you for what you do! Really!
Thank you for what you do. I mean it. Merry Christmas Hurrah for Gin!
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!
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.
Spot on Katie – Roll on Xmas Day!
Have a fabulous time. Try not to kill any little people and enjoy Hangover Day, i mean Boxing Day :)
Just brilliant, laughing while cooking the kids nuggets… Xx
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!
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
Pretty similar Christmas here except we don’t dilute the champers with orange juice
Awesomely funny and bang on the money as usual. Have a good one Katie & crew x
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
This is so funny! My favourite part is “don’t hurt us” oh and can’t beat a bit of angry washing-up. Brilliant.
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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.
Fabulous blog! So true in so many ways, what a laugh! Thank you for making me smile this evening!
Still funny even in February! Love love Love HfG – but I think you secretly actually write *my* life most if the time ;)
When I tell people what having kids is really like, they think I am some evil bitch from hell ….. Thankfully when I read your blog, I know that I am in the real world. And yes, the kids are full up after 2 minutes. This year I am not even going to bother to cook for them. All they want to eat is porridge, noodles, crisps, apples and the Yorkshire puddings! They can help themselves …. Ha ha ha …