two days that are important for lots of people. two days that are ordinary for lots of people. two days that are perhaps nothing special for lots of people. but for you, they’re nothing but two days of absolute joy.
you start be wrapping gingerbread.
small moments. perfect moments.
you discover that in england, the only person who says “merry christmas” is santa/father christmas. for regular people like you, you say “happy christmas” instead.
waiting for people to arrive.
ooo, the wait!
a whomping occurs for the last person to wake up. they are attacked by a stuffed animal. and the victim…. not the person who slept in, but the stuffed animal, loses his tail. and so some christmas day surgery takes place as well.
and what an incredibly sunny day.
you actually need sunglasses that you of course don’t have.
the roads are empty. and you’re playing DJ with a mix of music to make the ride even more special.
and you’re so happy to experience a british christmas. last you had a french christmas. and they are definitely not the same, except for the importance of being together. which is the point of christmas, anyway.
you’re extremely curious about what sort of christmas you’ll have in 2011.
and most of all, hello pudding! the hotly debated word between the americans and the british last year. pudding in england is an entirely different beast. it’s steamed. made with suet. filled with dried fruit. a one pound coin is snuck in. and soaked with rum. for a long time. preferably a year. and then served with custard.
pudding isn’t your favorite. but when it’s made by a favorite, that changes everything. so for this particular christmas pudding, you love love love it. delicious!
but not by you. promise.